The Devil In A Red Dress free porn video

The rush was incredible. It was probably one of the most intense
orgasms I've ever had. My mind was drifting in what seemed like
another world as she still rolled the head of my penis in her mouth.
It seemed that she was intent on making me cum again, but I was
completely spent. "What the hell" I thought. "I might as well let
her try". After all, I've slept with a lot of women, but this one,
Jenny, was near physical perfection. In about ten minutes, I found
my orgasm building again. I held her head firmly as I drove my
penis in and out of her mouth. I exploded for a second time as my
body began to shake. The next thing I knew, we were both sound
asleep.

I awoke about an hour or so later to find Jenny asleep with her arm
d****d over my chest. I moved it out of the way, got up, and made
my way to the bathroom bleary eyed. The night light cast a warm
glow over the stark white tiled floor. I rubbed my eyes and began
to stretch. I thought to myself, "Damn that was great sex. . . what
a fucking babe". As I stood there urinating in the toilet, a smirk of
conquest came over my face. "Probably the best looking girl I'd
bagged in a few months . . . ", but there had been so many I
couldn't really remember. All I knew was that she had a great
body, and besides, that's all women were really useful for anyway
. . . sex. I grabbed a pair of boxers up off the floor. As I was
pulling them up, I caught a glimpse of the red numerals of the
clock radio on the countertop. It was 12:00 A.M. . . dead nuts.
Moving over to the sink, I got myself a drink of water and glanced
at my reflection in the mirror. Speaking to myself I said, "Damn,
I'd give anything to get my hands on a body like that every time I
felt like having sex". At just that instant, a flash of lightning lit up
the sky outside the bathroom window. The clap of thunder startled
me so that I almost jumped out of my skin. The glass in my hand
dropped to the floor making yet another crash. Jenny called from
the bedroom, "Chris, are you O.K.?"
"Yeah I'm fine. . . that lightning just hit so close, it scared the shit
out of me. I dropped a glass on the floor, no big deal."
She said, "All right, you coming back to bed? Storms scare me a
little."
I replied, "Be there in a sec. . ." I ran over to the window to see if
we were in for a big storm. But to my surprise, the night seemed
perfectly calm outside. As I looked out the window, there wasn't a
cloud in the sky. "Damn. . . where the hell did that lightning come
from" I thought. "Oh well. . ." Suddenly a cold chill came over
my body. I involuntarily shivered a couple of times in response to
the chill and what seemed like someone in the room staring at me
from behind. I turned around quickly, but found nobody. I quickly
made my way back to the bed and told Jenny that it didn't look like
we'd be getting a storm or anymore lightning soon because it was
calm as could be outside. We both shrugged it off as "just one of
those things", pulled up the covers and found ourselves falling back
asleep in a couple of minutes.

Morning came all too fast. As I awoke, I rolled over to see that
Jenny had already found her way out. "Just as well" I thought.
"It'll save me the hassle of making up some story to ditch her
anyway". As I walked into the bathroom, I saw a note taped to the
mirror. It read. . . "Good morning sleepyhead - I didn't want to
wake you. I figured after last night you could use some rest!
Anyway, I had a lot of things to get done this morning. Hope to
see ya around soon. Thanks for a great time last night. Love
Jenny". I wadded up the note and tossed it in the trash. "Well . . .
at least I know I'll be able to get my hands on that pussy if I get the
urge . . . but if not, who cares . . . there are plenty of other ones here
in Sandypoint just ripe for the picking." I cracked a smile and
started to chuckle to myself. Stripping off my boxers, I jumped
into the shower . . . "Yeah, it's going to be one hell of a summer!"

My name is Chris Stewart. I'm 23 years old and if I do say so
myself, one heck of lucky guy. I'd just graduated with a BS in
Business Administration from Georgetown University. And with
my upcoming attendance to their School of Law, I felt as if I had
the world at my feet. My parents had suggested that I take a
summer off from working and get a little relaxation before
embarking on Law School. At first I was a little apprehensive
about it, but when they told me that the Martins had offered me
their summerhouse in Sandypoint Massachusetts for a few months,
I could hardly refuse. Sandypoint was one of those great summer
spots with so much charm that the lure was practically irresistible.
A couple hours north of Cape Cod, it was a picturesque New
England seaside town with cottages overlooking beautiful beaches
and of course, the ocean. The downtown area wasn't too large. To
survive, most of the shops seemed to be completely geared for the
summer season when several hundred people would migrate there
to "summer". During the winter months, the full time residents
mostly depended on the fishing industry to make their livings. But
in the summer, Sandypoint transformed into a dynamic community
with plenty of action. And it was of course, "that action" in which
I was interested in most! You see, other than being a pretty bright
guy, I've always had something else going for me. I was almost
6'-4" and 220 pounds, and being athletic in nature, I worked out
pretty regularly. My body was lean and well muscled, so with
dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and a square jaw, I do have to admit, I
was one damn good looking guy. All I needed to be in prime form
for my favorite type of relaxation was a little sun. And then the
girls would be clawing to get a piece of me. Maybe it was because
getting laid was so easy for me, or maybe it was because I was
really a male chauvinist at heart, but I really held very little respect
for woman. In my mind they were definitely second class citizens
and were inferior to men in almost every respect. "Shit . . . they
can't even drive!" But they certainly had there uses, and being
there for my sexual gratification was one of them . . .

After showering, I stepped out on the deck which sat about 20 feet
above the beach overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. It was almost
10:00 AM. The sun was just about finished burning the morning
fog away from the beach. With the waves gently rolling in and
hardly a cloud in the sky, it was going to be yet another day in
paradise. After a quick breakfast, I decided to go for a walk on the
beach to kick things off.

I grabbed a towel thrown over the railing of the deck and headed
down the weathered wooden steps to the beach. I decided to head
north towards the public beach downtown. After all, that's where
most of the "scenery" would be anyway. And besides, it was never
too early in the day to get a jump on plans for the evening. I pulled
my shades down and began walking alongside the surf. As I
passed woman along the way, I could tell that they were checking
me out. But unless they caught my eye, I didn't even give them an
acknowledgment or glance. No . . . today, I was looking for
something different, something unusual, somebody to really get me
off. Even though there were plenty of babes on the beach, none
seemed to be in sync with my mood of the day. So when I reached
my destination, I made my way to a beach vendor selling cold
drinks by the fishing pier. I got a lemonade and made my way
back down to the beach. I spread out my towel and sat down to
catch a little rest before heading back to the house. The beach was
pretty busy so I had a chance to check out a lot of women. Many
smiled and said hello to me as they passed by. But unfortunately,
still nothing to strike a nerve with my current mood. Time seemed
to pass quickly as I leaned back and drifted off to sleep. I was
awakened a couple of cold drops of water that splashed on my
chest. I open my eyes and squinted into the oncoming sun to see a
beautifully sexy woman standing next to me. Her red one piece
bathing suit was wet along with her long brown hair. Her breasts
were magnificent as her nipples were almost visible through her
tight, wet swimsuit. She had the face and body of an angel, but a
look of the devil ran through her eyes. And oh those eyes ... when
my eyes met hers, they seemed to burn a hole deep into my soul. I
was transfixed by her gaze. I managed to break away from it for a
second. I turned my head to grab my sunglasses and stood up to
introduce myself. When I turned around . . . she was gone. I
scanned the entire beach, but there wasn't a sign of her to be found
anywhere. "Where could she have gone?" I thought. I walked
around a bit to see if I could find her, but still no dice. I headed
back to the house completely obsessed with thoughts of the woman
that I had just seen. I had to have her. I had to find her. I
wouldn't be able to rest until I could get a piece of that.

That night I drove downtown to "Breakers", the only real nightclub
in Sandypoint. I was hoping that maybe I might be able to find
her. She seemed like the type that might hang out in some of the
more trendy places. But I didn't know for sure. I was there for a
few hours with no luck so I decided to do some bar hopping.
Maybe I'd find her there. As another couple of hours passed I
began to get depressed. I had quite a few beers and was feeling
pretty horny. "Fuck it" I thought. "It doesn't look like I'm going
to find her tonight . . . so I might as well make the best out of a
lousy night". I picked up this dumb bimbo at the bar. She could
hardly keep her hands off me so I figured I might as well get off
before I call it a night. I told her I'd give her a ride back to her
place but when we got back to my car, I decided to speed things up
a little. I reached around and kissed her on the lips. I felt her melt
in my arms and I knew that this was going to be way too easy. I
pulled down her dress exposing her bare breasts. I fondled them
with one hand as my other hand moved up her leg toward her wet
crotch. I pulled off my pants and gave her the opportunity to
reciprocate. After some great foreplay, I guided her head down
toward my throbbing penis. She took it in her mouth and began
slowly bobbing her head up and down. "Well at least the stupid
bitch gives good head" I thought. Bored with the thought of
making this encounter last too long, I grabbed her head and began
pumping my cock hard into her mouth. She began to make noises,
who knows, maybe she was trying to say something. But the
sounds of her squealing turned me on even more. I grabbed her
head tightly and exploded into her throat. She gagged a bit making
the orgasm seem even better. Semen oozed from her lips as she
raised her head. She said "I didn't want you to cum already. I
wanted you to do it to me." She seemed a little pissed at me so I
said, "I could really care less what you want ... I just wanted to get
off, and you served my purposes well. Now get the hell out of my
car!" Well if she wasn't pissed before, she sure was now. She
cursed me, slapped me across my face, grabbed her stuff and ran
off into the night. If was a little more sober, perhaps I would have
felt bad. After all I did act like a jerk. But for now, in my current
state of mind . . . I could care less. So I pulled up my pants and
managed to drive myself home.

When I got back home, I plopped myself down on the couch,
leaned my head back, and closed my eyes. The room seemed to
spin round and around. "Great" I thought. "I fucking hate it when
I drink too much." I figured I'd better just get to bed and sleep this
off when a chilling draft blew across the room. I opened my eyes
and sat up. There she was ... standing across the room from me. I
jumped and said, "God . . . you startled me!"
She said in a breathy voice "Close, but not quite"
"What?" I said seeming confused.
"Oh never mind" she said with a wicked smirk across her face and
a glint in her eyes.
"You're the girl I saw at the beach today aren't you?"
She replied "That's right. I'm glad you remembered me."
"Believe me" I said. "I don't think I could have forgotten if I
wanted to."
She was breathtakingly seductive. She wore a skin tight red party
dress with a low cut neckline that made her breasts seem to leap
from her figure. She was tall and slender with beautiful long legs
that glistened from the black nylons she was wearing. Her wavy
dark brown hair framed her face in a way that seemed to make her
entire persona glow. And again those eyes ... something about
those eyes. So beautifully blue and yet so mischievous. Something
about her seemed almost mystical. It was almost as if she was my
own vision of female perfection. My body raged with thoughts of
having sex with her. Usually, I'd have no trouble coming up with a
clever pick up line or something. But for some reason, I felt almost
helpless around her, like she was in total control of the situation
and not me. All I could manage to come up with was "So . . . who
are you?"
She laughed in a cute way and said "why . . . I'm just a little devil .
. . in a red dress" Her eyes twinkling as she spoke.
"Very cute" I said. "No really . . . what's your name? I've been
looking for you all day."
"Why don't you just call me Lucy . . ." she said.
"All right Lucy. So tell me, do you always just let yourself into
guys houses in the middle of the night? Or should I consider
myself lucky?"
"Oh, you should consider yourself very lucky" she proclaimed.
"Good . . . and why is that?" I said.
"Because tonight is your lucky night. I'm going to make all your
wishes come true. Doesn't that sound like fun?" She looked me in
the eyes and ran her tongue across her lips. I got up and started to
walk over to her. She was right about one thing. I wanted her in
the worst way.
"Would you like to sit down? Could I get you something to
drink?" I said as I reached out to take her hand.
She pulled back a bit and said "Not so fast my dear ... I'd like to
take care of business before pleasure if you don't mind."
"What?" I said inquisitively. "What business are you talking
about?"
"Oh you know, just the standard contract and stuff ..." she said.
"Contract? What contract? What on earth are you talking about?"
"I told you . . . I'm the devil" she said in an innocent tone. Then
she reached behind her back and produced a sheet of paper.
"Here" she said.
As I looked at the blank piece of paper, it suddenly dawned on me
that she must really be into some kinky shit if this is what it takes
to get her off. But what the hell, all I really wanted to do was to
get in her panties, so I figured I might as well play along with her
and see where it got me.
"So" I said agreeably. "All you want me to do is to sign this piece
of paper? Then what?"
She said playfully "Then I get to have some fun with you ... and I
guarantee . . . you'll never look at sex the same way again."
Being a smart ass and laughing a little I said "So what's this going
to cost me? . . . My soul or something!" She just laughed along
with me and nodded in mock agreement.
"Well, if that's all it takes" I said "Let me get a pen. I'll be right
back."
She grabbed my shoulder and said "Oh, don't bother. I brought
my own. Here you go . . ."
I took the pen and started to sign my name at the bottom of the
blank sheet of paper.
"OOP's . . . looks like you're out of ink" I said.
"Oh how silly of me" she said as she took the pen from my hand.
Before I knew it, she had pulled my hand toward her. I couldn't
react quick enough to stop her from raking the tip of the fountain
pen across my forearm.
"Ouch!" I cried. "What did you do that for?!"
"Sorry" she said. "It's just that it's not binding unless it's signed
in blood."
"Oh yeah" I said mockingly. "How could I have forgotten." So I
took back the pen and scribbled my name across the paper. As I
gave it back to her I thought "At least this bullshit stuff is over . . .
now it's time for some real action."
"Thanks Chris . . . I promise I wont let you down" She said.
I moved to put my arms around her. The feel of her body sent
waves of energy through my body. I caressed her back and let my
hands slide down to her ass. I could feel her breasts pressed into
my chest as she leaned up to give me a kiss. As our lips met, the
whole world just seemed to revolve around this one moment of
passion. My body was helpless. The room started to go dark and
the next thing I knew, I was passed out on the floor.

The light from the morning sun woke me up. I had a splitting
headache. Feeling like shit I thought, "God I hate it when I drink
too much. I couldn't even finish that dream that I started last
night. Too bad. That girl from the beach was hot." I managed to
get to my feet and head toward the bathroom. "I gotta get in the
shower" I mumbled. I stopped at the sink to rid myself of a
horrible case of morning breath. I reached to turn on the faucet
and froze dead in my tracks. As I looked at my arm, my eyes
widened in disbelief. The scratch from the dream was there staring
right back at me! "Oh my God . . . it wasn't a dream!? All the
better" I thought. "At least now I know she's for real and still here
in Sandypoint. All I have to do is find her again . . . I just hope
she's not pissed at me for passing out on her." With a sense of
optimism, I jumped in the shower and started to plan out my day.

It was a beautiful day. Not a cloud in the sky . . . so I grabbed my
bathing suit and threw on a sleeveless white T-shirt. With a towel
and sunglasses in hand, I started the walk up toward the pier again.
I was hoping that maybe Lucy would be back at the beach where I
saw her yesterday. I wasn't sure what I was going to say to her
yet, but I knew I'd come up with something to get me off the hook.
The mile or so walk passed quickly. The beach was again crowded
and filled with plenty of scenery. But unfortunately, there was no
sign of Lucy anywhere. I decided to spread out my towel and do
some people watching, maybe she'd show up in a while.

About a half hour later I heard a voice from behind me call . . .
"Hey Chris, is that you?" I turned around. "Oh fuck . . . it's that
girl that I screwed a couple of weeks ago at that party." I thought.
"I was hoping that I wouldn't be running into her for a while. . .
shit, what the hell was her name again?!" I struggled to remember
as she walked up to me.
"Hey Chris" she said smiling. I tried to appear to have a hard time
looking into the sun.
"It's me . . . Lisa."
"Hey Lisa! How ya doing? It's been a while."
"Well I've been keeping myself busy." She said. "Hey, are you
by yourself? Mind if I join you and catch some sun?"
"No, not at all" I smiled. Well, if I had to wait around, at least
Lisa would provide some hot scenery for a while. Even though I
didn't remember her name, I did remember that she had one hell of
a body under those clothes. And I for one, couldn't wait to check it
out again. Besides, if Lucy didn't show up . . . I'm sure that I
could set things up to fuck good old Lisa again tonight. She was
certainly dumb enough to fall for my crap before! "Here, have a
seat" I said while motioning to the ground next to me. She spread
out her towel and tossed her beach bag in the sand next to me. As I
glanced over at Lisa, I could hardly wait for her to strip down to
her bathing suit. We engaged in some small chat and remarked
about what a beautiful day it was to just relax and catch some
rays. Lisa stood up and unzipped her jean shorts. As she pulled
them down, my eyes wandered to check out what I'd been looking
forward to. She was wearing a yellow bikini that contrasted
brightly with her long tanned legs. As she stood up and began to
pull her shirt up over her head, my eyes became fixed upon her
crotch which was at eye level and no more than a foot or two away.
There was a glimpse of daylight in the shape of a little triangle
between her legs that was right below her crotch. Her flat stomach
wiggled seductively as she pulled her shirt over her shoulders
revealing a pair of breasts that her bikini top had to strain to cover.
As she sat down on the towel, she gave me a little smirk that told
me that she knew she'd just given me a show to make every
hormone in my body light up like a Christmas tree. It had
definitely worked. I could feel my penis beginning to swell. In a
few seconds, it was as hard as a rock. All I could think of was
fucking the shit out of her as soon as I could. I gave her a smile
back and trying to act in control said, "so, how long have you been
coming to Sandypoint?"
"Well, my family started coming here when I was in High School.
I got so attached, I've been coming back every summer since. I
think it's just the perfect place to relax" she said.
"That it is" I said while trying to cross my legs in a way to disguise
my rock hard cock.
All of the sudden my right arm began to tingle. It felt like hundreds
of tiny needle pricks all over my arm simultaneously. As I looked
down I could swear that the hair on my hand was actually
retracting back into my skin! I did a double take. My hand began
to quiver. I looked again to see the bones in my hand actually
begin to move. I could feel my hand contracting and becoming
smaller. At the same time, I saw my fingernails grow to double
their length in just a few seconds! Fortunately, Lisa was gazing off
into the surf for a second or two and hadn't noticed my arm or the
look on my face.
She turned to me and said, "care to go for a swim?"
I said "I'd love to in a few", my voice cracking, "but I need to run
over to locker room for a minute. I'll be right back ....."
With that I got up, keeping my arm out of her view and started to
jog coolly over to the men's locker room at the pier. When I was
about halfway there I tried to pick up the pace a little but found
that I couldn't because of the tingling sensation that was building
in my legs. It was almost as if they had "fallen asleep" some how.
As I stumbled into the locker room I felt as if my whole body were
covered in ants. I made my way to one of the enclosed shower
stalls and slammed the door behind me. I was feeling light headed
and almost tripped over the threshold. As I leaned forward to
brace myself against the wall, I watched in horror as my now
hairless arms began to shrink before my very eyes. I could feel my
muscles disintegrating and my bones compressing. My legs
quivered as I slumped to the floor unable to stand. I could feel the
mass of my once 220 pound frame evaporating with every second.
I managed to stand and felt this incredible urge to stretch. As I did
though, just the opposite happened. I could feel my spine compress
as my body shrank. I threw my shoulders back and arched my back
as my rib cage contracted forcing me to loose my breath. When I
dropped my head to catch my breath, long blonde hair fell in front
of my eyes! "God! . . . what was happening to me!" I put my
hands up to my face to see if what I was seeing was real. As I
grasped the hair and tried to look at it, my vision went blurry. I
put my hand to my face and felt my check bones raising. My lips
seemed to swell as my nose seemed to shrink. I threw my
shoulders back again and felt the vertebrae in my lower back curve
inward in a way which made my ass more pronounced. My hips
felt as though they were being pulled apart, my bathing suit
stretching to the point of almost ripping. My ass seemed to swell
as my waist constricted. I was terrified and still had no idea of
what was happening to me. "Please" I thought, "make it stop!"
But it didn't. At this point I could feel a pressure building up in
my chest. I slipped my hands under my shirt and grasped my chest
with both hands as the pressure increased to the point where I felt
as though something was going to burst out of me. I felt my nipples
enlarge as I gripped them tightly with my fingers. I threw back my
shoulders again and felt my hands filling as my chest pushed
outward. I was growing tits! "Oh my god . . . this can't be
happening!" I groaned as they swelled to become larger than my
now tiny hands could hold. The weight of them seemed immense!
"I'm turning into a girl! ... this can't be ... oh my god!" As my
insides churned around and around, what I knew would be next
finally happened. My cock and balls were on fire! I grabbed my
crotch with both hands in desperation to try to keep my manhood,
but it was no use. I felt my penis implode, as if someone had a
rubber band inside me and was pulling it inward. The same for my
balls. I felt them being pulled up and inside me leaving behind not
a trace of their previous existence. My scrotum rearranged itself to
form two folds of flesh which covered my newly formed vagina. I
reached down and could feel a smooth crotch where only a few
moments ago was an eight inch throbbing cock and a pair of large
balls. "God . . . please help me!" I cried in a high pitched voice.
My head began to spin as the pain subsided. I was drained of
energy and slumped to the floor passed out.

I awoke to the sounds of someone knocking at the shower door.
"Hey . . . you all right in there" the man said in a concerned tone of
voice.
"Yeah . . . I'm fin . . ." I began. The high pitched sounds coming
from my mouth jolted my memory back to reality. I raised my
hand in front of my face to hopefully convince myself that this was
only a dream. But what I saw only confirmed that this wasn't any
dream, it was a nightmare!
"Hey lady . . . sure you're O.K.? And do you know you're in the
men's locker room? the man said.
"I'm . . . O.K." I said meekly. "Uh . . . I must not have looked
where I was going. I'm so embarrassed. I'm really sorry."
I was panicked. "I gotta get out of here" I thought. So I opened
the door with my head lowered and bolted for the exit. The sounds
of cat calls and four letter words filled the air as I ran for the door.
"The car . . . I've gotta get to the car and get the fuck out of here!"
I thought. "Keys. I need my keys. Shit . . . they're over on my
towel by Lisa." As I looked in that direction I was relieved to see
that Lisa was no longer sitting on her towel next to mine. "Good.
Maybe she's swimming or something." I tried to walk casually
back to the towels so as not to draw attention to myself. But to no
avail, the sight of a woman in a man's bathing suit wearing a skin
tight T-shit without a bra was obviously enough to draw attention
to me regardless of how natural I tried to seem. "God knows what
the hell I look like" I thought. "Maybe I still have my old face or
something . . ." Panic set in again. I quickly ran over to my towel,
grabbed my stuff and started to head out to where my car was
parked. It seemed difficult to run. The entire center of gravity of
my body felt as if it had shifted. I was tempted to stop and take a
look at myself, but I was too afraid of what I knew I'd find.
Shaking, I fumbled to get the key in the ignition. I managed to
start the car and slammed it into reverse. I peeled out of the
parking lot in a state of shock trying desperately to get home to a
safe place to sort out what was happening. I momentarily glanced
in the rear view mirror and was tempted to look at my face. But
fear stopped me from doing so. "Just get home . . . just get home"
I kept telling myself. "This can't be happening."

I finally arrived. I waited for the garage door to shut behind me
before getting out of the car. Trembling, I opened the door, went
inside and slammed the door shut behind me. I was terrified, but I
knew that I had to find a mirror and look at what had happened to
me. I paused before entering the bathroom, hoping that when I
entered, everything would suddenly be back to normal. I stepped
in, turned on the light and wheeled to face my reflection. "Oh my
God . . ." I was stunned at what was gazing back at me. In
disbelief, I hoped that when I moved, the reflection wouldn't
respond. But it did. And it was painfully obvious that I was the
reflection in the mirror. An amazingly beautiful young woman
stared back at me. She was tall (about 5'-8" or so), thin, and had
thick wavy blonde hair. With tan skin setting off her radiant blue
eyes, her features were the picture of sexual femininity. As my
eyes moved downward, two massive breasts stretched my white T-
shirt to its' limit. I raised my delicate hands and placed one over
each breast. While squeezing them in a way as if to verify that
they were real, I felt my two huge nipples become erect. The
sensation was familiar in a way, but much more sensitive and
intense. I grabbed my shirt at the waist and pulled it off over my
head. The sight of my jiggling breasts was staggering. They were
firm and perfectly shaped with nipples that turned up in just the
slightest way. I had tan lines too, one's that obviously belonged to
a skimpy string bikini. My eyes continued downward to see a
perfectly flat stomach. Below my tiny waist, my hips and ass were
stretching my bathing suit to the max. I slowly pulled down my
swim suit and paused just above my crotch. Again, somehow
hoping that all would be as it was. I finally mustered up the
courage and pulled my suit down to the floor. "Holy shit!" I
thought as I glanced at the most perfectly shaped female crotch I'd
ever seen. I moved my hand through the sparse trimmed pubic hair
and felt my fingers glide into a moist slit between my legs. The
sensation caused me to jerk back my hand in shock. I turned
around and looked in the mirror to see two, long, sexy, tanned legs
stretching upward to become one with my new firm rounded ass.
Again, string bikini tan lines were present accentuating the
feminine shape of my pelvis, ass, and long legs. As I tried to take
in the whole scene of myself in the mirror, I began to cry. How
could this have been? Somehow I'd been transformed into a
beautiful, sexy young woman. I didn't understand how or why.
"Please God, please . . . help me" I cried. "I don't want to be a
woman . . . I'm a man!" I ran back to the bedroom crying. I fell
on the bed, closed my eyes and hoped that I'd fall asleep. Maybe
I'd wake up and it would all somehow be over.

I awoke several hours later. It was dark outside so I reached over
to the night table to turn on the lamp. Even before I turned on the
light, I had confirmation that my situation was unchanged. The
weight of my breasts pulling on my chest was obvious from the
moment that I sat up. I flipped on the light and saw a piece of
paper sitting next to the lamp. The writing was in beautiful, black
calligraphy. A red wax seal in the shape of a gargoyle's head
adorned the top center of the page. I began to read it aloud . . .

"I Chris Stewart, being of sound mind and body, agree to this
contract that will grant me my earthly desires as previously wished
for at 12:00 A.M. on the night of June 10th, nineteen hundred and
ninety six AD. I realize that this contract is irrevocable and
binding for all eternity. I understand that my earthly desires will be
met exactly as my wish states, and that the price I must pay to
achieve these physical pleasures, is my soul. I willingly sign this
contract with the understanding that I am currently in the presence
of the contract owner, who has identified himself to me as 'Satan,
master of evil and darkness.' "

My signature, as I had signed it the other night, was scribbled in
my own blood across the bottom of the page. As I read the last of
my name, the contract burst into flames. I dropped it to the floor
as it burned into a pile of ashes before my eyes. As I stared in
horror, I heard the sounds of smug laughter from behind me. I
quickly turned around to find Lucy sitting in a large reading chair
near the window with her legs crossed and her arms propped
causally on the armrests. "You?! . . . but . . ." I managed to
stutter.
"What's the matter my dear? Can't catch your tongue?" she
mockingly replied. Her laughter began to fill the room once more.
"But . . . why . . . why did you do this to me?" I asked.
"Because that's what I do . . . collect souls . . . in turn for small
favors of course."
"Favor! You call this a favor you fucking bitch! I never asked for
this, and I certainly never agreed to give you my soul!" I screamed.
"I didn't . . . don't even know who the fuck you are!"
She stood up and looked me in the eyes. Smiling she said, "I told
you that I was the devil and that I wanted your soul before you got
what was coming to you. Just because you didn't believe me . . .
well, it's no concern of mine."
"But I didn't read that contract before I signed it." I pleaded.
"Details, details . . ." she said.
"Please, I don't understand . . . why have you turned me into a
girl?" I mumbled.
"Let me explain it to you in black and white. I've been watching
you for years, hoping for a chance to teach you a lesson. You've
spent your entire life degrading woman. You've always thought of
them as objects, not as equals to men. You've lied to them and
mistreated them to get your own way. You've never respected a
woman in your life. All you've ever wanted was to use them for
your own satisfaction. You used your own body to lure them into
bed, and then when you were done, you humiliated them by
discarding them like a piece of trash. You see, your own actions
put you in disfavor with the one you like to call 'God'. And when
you're in disfavor with him, you become fair game for me! So a
couple of days ago I heard a request . . . a request from you that I
could hardly ignore. Do you remember at midnight two nights
ago? You stood in front of a mirror in your bathroom, and
referring to some girl named Jenny said, 'Damn, I'd give anything
to get my hands on a body like that every time I felt like having
sex'. Well . . . when I heard that, I was only too happy to oblige!
Now just think how convenient it will be for you. Every time you
want to have sex, you'll be able to get your hands on a 'body like
that' . . . your own!" Her laughter filled the room, almost echoing
from all around me.
I slumped to the floor crying. "I don't want to be a woman, I'm a
man! Please . . . please, I'll do anything . . . just turn me back . . .
please!"
"Stop sniveling . . . you make me sick!" she ordered. "You've
made your own bed, now sleep in it!"
"But this is so humiliating . . . please have mercy on me" I cried.
"Humiliating?! If you think this is humiliating . . . just you wait! .
. ." A look of enlightenment came to her face, as if she had just
come up with some sort of an idea. Then she waived her arm and
pointed it at me. I felt a chill run through my body.
"What have you done!?" I demanded.
With a strange smirk on her face she said, "I've decided to take
you up on you plea. Instead of leaving you in this body for the rest
of your life, I've decided to only keep you in it for about half of
your remaining years!" Her laughter filled the room once more. I
raised my hands over my ears and watched as she began to
disappear into a cloud of thick black smoke.
"Please . . . wait, I don't understand!" I screamed in desperation.
As her image began to fade amongst her hideous laughter, she
replied "You will my dear . . . you will!"
Paranoid and scared about what had just transpired, I sat back
down on the bed to contemplate the loss of my soul and the state of
my current predicament. I laid down and cried myself back to
sleep, again hoping that it was all just a dream.

Morning came all too slowly. I tossed and turned all night having
all sorts of nightmares. I finally awoke. Hoping for the best, I
slowly raised my hand to take a look at it. No change. "Fuck!" I
yelled in disgust. I sat up and tried to calm myself down a bit.
"O.K. Now just relax" I thought. "Maybe I can try to make the
best of this somehow. I'm now sure how . . . but there must be a
silver lining to look for somewhere. I need to start making the best
of this . . . besides, at least there is some small relief in sight for my
misery. I'll be getting my old body back at some point. Hopefully
sooner than later."
I got up and went into the bathroom. I had to urinate. "This is so
fucking humiliating. To have to sit down to take a piss." I did
what I had to do, wiped myself, and got up to look at my self in
the mirror. "Damn" I thought. "Just looking at this body excites
the hell out of me. If I was still a guy, just the mere sight of it would
probably make me cum." I began to touch myself. Closing my
eyes, I imagined myself in my old body, feeling up this babe. My
body couldn't help but react. I was getting horny and couldn't stop
myself from masturbating. Visions of me as a man screwing this
beautiful woman filled my head as I felt my orgasm coming. As it
hit me, my fantasy was interrupted by the strange new sensations
of being a woman. My orgasm was so intense that I began to
shake. Waves of pleasure rolled over me as I moaned helplessly.
"Holy shit . . . that was different." I thought. As the effects finally
wore off, something came to me. Even though I had the body of a
woman, I was still completely male inside. I reflected on how I
was the man in my fantasy as I was masturbating. Everything I
thought . . . everything I felt inside . . . was still 100% male. All
my sexual desires were still intact. Thoughts of woman still
excited me, and most definitely the thought of sexual contact with
men still repulsed me to no end. "Good . . . at least that bitch
didn't make me a complete girl . . . I'd rather be a damn lesbian
than ever touch a fucking guy!" I thought for a moment and
looking myself in the mirror said "Well . . . even though you're still a
10 Chris . . . it's gonna be a bitch to get dates with the babes with
those hooters attached to your chest. I just hope some of the gay
ones are good looking that's all." I shook my head in concern of
my predicament. My mind snapping back to reality, I decided to
take a shower. After drying off, I figured I'd better get dressed and
try to figure out what to do with myself. I went over to the dresser
and opened up the drawer. "Oh yeah" I thought. "Looks like these
won't be fitting me any more", as I lifted a pair of boxer shorts into
the air. "Guess that'll be the first thing I'll have to do, buy some
clothes." I rummaged through my drawers to find something to
wear. I thought that maybe a pair of jockey shorts might fit me.
My wider hips and rounder ass stretched them out to their fullest.
They weren't too uncomfortable though, except for all of the extra
fabric between my legs. But they were better than nothing.
"Guess these will have to do." I then decided on an old navy blue
polo sweatshirt and a pair of stretch gray athletic shorts. Even
though they were big on me, at least I didn't look too out of place.
"Now for this damn hair!" Looking at the rats nest of a mane on
my head, I decided to try to pull it back in a pony tail. I found a
large rubber band which seemed to do the trick pretty well. "OK .
. . just need some shoes." Unfortunately, this was going to be a
problem. All I had were men's size 13's laying around. "Hmmm .
. . well I guess those sandals are going to have to do." They really
drew attention to me, but what else could I do. I had to wear
something on my feet. I grabbed my wallet and my keys and
headed out to the car.

The largest shopping mall around was about an hour south. Even
though there were some local shops in Sandypoint, I thought it best
to make the drive. "God knows what I'm going to have to buy." I
arrived, parked the car and made the long walk to the mall
entrance. Still self conscious about the way I looked, I could feel
the eyes and men and woman, both staring at me as I walked by.
"What the fuck are they looking at?" I thought. "I don't think that I
look that bad." But after a few more people walked by, the reason
for the stares became apparent. Even in my disheveled state of
appearance, men were staring lustfully at me and women were
giving me sneers of jealousy. "Oh great!" I thought. Thinking
about those guys checking me out made me sick to my stomach.
"Well I guess if I was them . . . I'd be looking too. Just as long as
they look and don't touch . . . maybe I can deal with it." After the
long walk to the door, something else became readily apparent.
My tits bounced so much when I walked that they actually hurt.
Not thinking of what I was doing, I grabbed them both through my
sweatshirt and lifted them slightly to alleviate the pain for a second.
Then I looked up and saw a couple of teenage boys grinning from
ear to ear. I turned beat red and tromped off completely
embarrassed. "Well . . . first stop . . . a shoe store." I went to the
directory and found a couple of women's shoe stores to check out.
I opted for some white leather Keds, size 7. I bought some socks
as well. I told the sales lady that I'd go ahead and wear them now
and she could throw away the sandals. "Wow that feels better to
get some shoes on that fit." I thought. With a sense of minor
accomplishment, I set off to take care of the part I dreaded most.

I'd always wandered by the windows and casually looked inside.
Just the sight of the place gave me a hard on. But I guess it was
now my turn to actually do some shopping at Victoria's Secret.
"Well if I'm going to buy underwear for myself, I might as well get
some stuff that looks good." I also knew that in a strange way, my
still male mind was actually kind of turned on by the thought of
buying some stuff there. "Hope I'm not turning gay or
something!" I thought. I bit my lower lip and went inside. After a
few minutes of me looking lost, a beautiful young sales lady
approached me. "Can I help you find something?" she asked. She
looked in her early twenties, was about 5'-5", had long brown hair,
and was beautifully proportioned. "I'd like to get my hands on
that" I thought. As my eyes made their way up to hers, I noticed
that she felt like I was checking her out. I snapped out of my
admiring state and embarrassingly said, "I'm sorry, you really
reminded me of someone I know. You're name's not Cathy
Johnson by any chance is it?"
"No . . . sorry it's Jill Stevens" she said in a relieved tone. "For a
second there, I wasn't sure why you were staring at me!"
"I'm sorry" I said laughing. "I didn't mean to scare you!"
She laughed along with me and said "Well you never know . . . so .
. . how can I help you today?"
"Well" I said pausing while trying to think of something clever to
say. "We got here on vacation yesterday. Unfortunately, my
luggage got lost somewhere along the way. So it looks like I'm
going to need a little of everything."
"Oh that's terrible" she replied. "I lost my luggage once too. It
really stinks. I feel for you." She pointed over to the corner and
said "Well why don't we start over there. What size bra do you
wear?" she asked.
Trying to seem natural I said, "You know, I'm not really sure what
size I need. I ugh . . . my old ones were kind of tight before
anyway."
"Well what size did you wear before?" she said.
Now I was trapped . . . better think fast I thought. "Um, I think
they were a 34c."
Giving me a strange look and saying sarcastically she said, "Well .
. . I'm sure they were a little tight. Whoever measured you before
must not have known what they were doing . . . either that, or you
suddenly grew a size or two!" She smiled and laughed a little.
"Yeah" I thought. "I suddenly grew a bunch of sizes . . . in about
15 seconds."
She handed me three or four different styles and said, "Why don't
you give these a try, I'm sure you'll find some that fit better." She
looked over to the other side of the store and said, "Before you try
those on, why don't we grab you some panties to try as well. You
look like a what . . . 5 or 7?"
"Uh" I stammered. "Somewhere in-between I think."
"Well, I'll just get you some of both to try . . . it's easier that way .
. . then you don't have to come back out and grab a different size.
What do you prefer? Cotton . . . silk . . . G-string . . . bikini . . .
French cut?"
"I guess some of each" I said.
After grabbing an assortment of panties, she guided me to the
dressing room in the rear of the store. "I'll be back to check on
you in a few" she said happily.
There were six dressing rooms. Three on each side, and each one
with a fabric curtain which could be drawn for privacy. I walked
to an open stall in the right corner, and as I turned to close my
curtain, I noticed that the curtain of the stall across from me wasn't
closed all of the way. I looked inside to see a beautiful girl of
around 18 in satin white bikini panties. She was bending over to
pick up a bra from the bench. Her large breasts dangled in front of
her as she leaned forward. When she stood back up, they bounced
in a seductive fashion which caused me to think, "Little does she
know that there's a guy checking her out from about five feet
away! I'm living a fucking dream . . . she has no idea." I felt
myself getting aroused and thought, "I'd love to fuck you . . . you
stupid bitch. Only problem is that I'm a little short on equipment
right now. Wonder if she'd be into some lezbo action?" I chuckled
to myself and drew my curtain. I took off my sweatshirt and
shorts. Looking at myself in the mirror turned me on even further.
I slid my hand down the front of my jockey shorts and felt that my
crotch was getting wet. "Mmm . . . that feels good" I thought.
After about a minute I stopped myself realizing that I'd better get
back to the task at hand. I turned around to pick out a bra. After
struggling to get one or two on, I discovered that I was nowhere
close to a 34c. Try a 36d. "Well . . . at least they're as firm as
could be" I proclaimed to myself. I put the bras off to the side that
I wanted to purchase and turned my attention toward the panties.
Just as I was about to take off my jockey shorts, Jill slid open the
curtains and said "So, how's it going?" I was standing there naked,
with the exception of a pair of men's jockey shorts.
"Hi . . . uh" I said. I noticed the shock on her face to see me
wearing men's underwear. "Like I said . . . my luggage got lost.
So I had to borrow clothes from my brother until I went shopping.
Unfortunately, that included these." I tried to laugh and seem
nonchalant about it. Fortunately, she seemed amused by the whole
situation.
"You know" she said jokingly, "they look pretty sexy on you . . .
except for all that fabric bunching in the crotch. Isn't that sort of
uncomfortable?"
"Actually . . . I'm kind of used to them!" I said laughing.
"Well if there's anything else I can get you . . . just give a holler . .
." she said.
"Thanks Jill. I'll let you know."
She chuckled, closed the curtain and left me to finish trying on the
panties. As I tried them on. I was aroused by the sensation of how
they felt against my body. The silkiness and skimpiness of them
really turned me on. There shape accentuated the femininity of my
new body. The crotch of the panties fit smoothly over a slight
female bulge, where just a couple of days ago, hung a huge cock
and a pair of balls. As I looked at my reflection I thought, "Holy
shit . . . I'm a fucking babe!" I had this incredible urge to grab my
cock and start jacking off. The thought of cumming as a man
because of what I saw before me was driving me crazy.
Unfortunately, I was going to remain frustrated. I sure as hell
wasn't going to be whacking off any time soon. Disgusted, I threw
back on my clothes, and took the items I wanted out to the sales
area to purchase them.
"Find something you like?" Jill asked.
"Yeah . . . I'll take these." As I handed them to her, I noticed a
smell that I'd experienced many times before, the aroma of my
womanhood in the air. "Great" I thought. "I fucking soiled those
panties while I was wearing them. I hope she doesn't notice it
while she's ringing them up." Unfortunately, I could tell by the
expression on her face that she did. I was so embarrassed. I kept
my head down, paid for my stuff and took off as fast as I could.
How humiliating I thought. "Being a woman fucking sucks. Who
the hell wants to run around with smelly wet pants all the time!"
Disgusted, I spent the next few hours buying an assortment of
clothes, bathing suits, accessories, and makeup for as many
occasions as I could think of. Two thousand dollars later, I made
my way back to the car looking like so many women I'd seen
coming out of malls before . . . carrying so many bags of stuff that
they could hardly walk straight. I piled them in my trunk and
decided to head back home.

On the way back, my stomach started rumbling. I looked at my
watch. It was 3:30 and I hadn't eaten lunch yet. I was starved, so
I went to the drive-thru window at McDonalds. As I was waiting
at the window for the guy to get my drink, I snitched a fry.
"Hmmm" I thought. "Needs some salt." When the guy gave me
my drink I asked him for some extra salt. He gave me a few
packets and I drove away. "Strange" I thought. "I normally hate
salt on my food." But for some reason, I was having a craving for
it now. I dismissed it as insignificant and continued to drive back
to Sandypoint.

As I glanced at my reflection in the rear view mirror I thought
"God my hair looks like shit. Maybe I should stop somewhere on
the way and figure out how the hell I'm supposed to do something
with this." I stopped at a salon in a small shopping mall that I
knew of just on the outskirts of town. Fortunately, one of the
women wasn't too busy and was more than happy to take care of
me. After untying my ponytail and looking at the cut of my hair,
she told me that not much needed to be done to it. She thought that
it just needed to be washed and styled. I told her that I was
interested in something that was easy to maintain. She responded
by telling me that because I had such beautifully wavy hair, all I
had to do was blow it dry and let it 'go natural'. She assured me
that such a look would be extremely attractive on me. Well I didn't
really care too much about the attractive part, but at least it
sounded easy to keep. So I agreed. I watched closely at how she
blew my hair dry trying to remember every nuance so I could do
the same myself. When she was done, I looked at my reflection
and saw a different person staring back. "God I look hot." I
thought. It was amazing how just a blow dryer could transform me
into what I saw before me. "Wow" I said. "Looks great." I
thanked her and asked were the restrooms were before I left. She
said that they didn't have one in the store for customers, but that
there was a public restroom out in the mall. I paid on the way out
and made my way hurriedly toward the restrooms. All I could
think of was how badly I had to go. As I opened the door and
walked in, a man standing at the urinal gave me a strange look. All
of the sudden it dawned on me. "Shit . . . I'm so sorry," I said and
ran back out the door. I guess old habits are hard to break. I
paused for a second before entering and swallowed hard before
entering the women's restroom. When I walked around the corner
I noticed a line. "Great" I thought. I looked like one of the three
stalls was broken. "Guess I'll have to wait." As I stood there,
again my male self became aroused. I guess I'd always wanted to
get a peak in the women's room, it's just that I never thought I'd
have to use one! I watched as the women went into the stalls,
turned around and pulled down their pants. The whole scene was
getting me horny. Even the sounds of the other woman urinating
was getting me hot. Each woman seemed to take forever. I guess
pulling down your pants, or nylons, or whatever was a real pain in
the ass. "Yet one more reason that being a woman sucks."
Finally, it was my turn. As I went into the stall and turned around
to shut the door, I was surprised at how close the other women
stood to the stall doors. It almost seemed like they were trying to
get you to hurry up. I turned around, pulled down my shorts and
squatted over the toilet. "How fucking humiliating" I thought. I
wiped, pulled up my shorts and made my way back out into the
mall. I picked up a couple of things that I had forgotten before and
then headed home.

I threw my bags on the floor and flopped down on the bed. I was
exhausted. After resting for a couple of minutes, I decided to grab
a bite in the kitchen. I wasn't sure what I felt like, but I knew that
I had a craving for something. "Hmmm . . . nothing really looks
good to me." I finally settled on some saltine crackers and a Diet
Coke. I didn't really feel that hungry, so I was surprised to find
that I unknowingly finished the entire box of crackers. "Nice
dinner" I thought sarcastically. I spent the rest of the evening
putting away my new things and watching some TV. It seemed
somehow that adjusting to this new lifestyle might not be as hard as
I once thought. And besides, I did have its perks. I certainly could
catch a glimpse of as many naked woman as I wanted. How many
guys could say that? But perhaps I was just fooling myself. Trying
to convince myself that things weren't that bad. My mood seemed
to change frequently from optimism to depression. I guess that I
should have expected that. But all in all, I thought I was handling
things pretty well. As long as I didn't think about the loss of my
soul to the devil that was. I was ready for bed around 11:00 PM,
but I was having another craving for something salty again.
"Damn . . . what's with me today?!" I scoured the kitchen looking
for something to satisfy me. I found nothing that would do so I
ended up sprinkling salt on my fingers and licking it off. "Shit . . .
maybe I'm getting PMS or something . . . woman!" Once satisfied,
I finally wandered back to bed and fell asleep. Around 2:00 AM I
felt chilled and reached down to pull up the comforter. I didn't
notice that the reason for my discomfort was the presence of Lucy
standing in the shadows of the corner of the room. With a smile
across her face and her eyes glistening fire red, she waved her arm
and pointed at me once more. I shivered momentarily and curled
up in the fetal position to try to warm myself. I drifted off to sleep
and woke refreshed the next morning.

The bacon and eggs were sizzling. I could hardly wait to dig in. I
doused my eggs with what seemed like an entire shaker of salt. I
even ended up putting more salt on my bacon. I didn't care, I just
knew that it tasted good to me for some strange reason. After
breakfast, I cleaned up and decided to head up to the pier. "Maybe
It'll be kind of fun to make an appearance on the beach as a bikini
clad babe" I thought. I went to the bedroom, threw my stuff in a
beach bag, jumped in the car and headed off to the public beach at
the pier.

"This time . . . make sure you don't wander into the men's room
again." I thought as I walked up to the main building at the beach.
I again paused before entering the woman's locker room. "This
could be fun . . ." I could feel myself getting horny at the
anticipation of entering. I went in half expecting everyone to notice
that I was really a guy, and that they would react accordingly. But
as I entered, the only stares I got were stares of jealous women
wishing that they looked as good as I did. My heart raced with
excitement at the sight of seeing so many women without their
clothes on. "Fucking Tits 'R' Us!" I thought. I made my way to a
locker and put my stuff down. A young girl was just getting out of
the showers and had her things just a couple of lockers down from
me. "Excuse me" she said as she scooted by me. "Sure" I said
smiling. As she bent over to pick up something from the bottom of
her locker, I got the most arousing view of her pussy from behind.
"Oh yeah! I'm gonna like this! I can get a hard-on and nobody can
ever tell . . . cool!" I thought. I decided that I'd better get dressed
before people realized that I was really here for the scenery. So I
opened my locker and began to undress. I was uneasy about
stripping in front of the other women. Again, I almost expected
them to realize that I was a man. But as I pulled off my top and
panties, nobody seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary.
None gave me a second look. "Good" I thought. I pulled out a hot
pink string bikini that I bought at the mall yesterday. I bent down
and stepped into the bottoms. I pulled them up and adjusted them
around my crotch and pulled the back out of my crack. It felt
strange to be wearing something so revealing. "Quite a change
from boxers!" I thought. After fumbling for a couple of minutes
with the top, the girl next to me remarked "Don't you just hate
getting those things on? They're such a pain in the butt."
I smiled back and agreed. "I just don't seem to be able to get the
back" I said.
"Here . . . let me give you a hand" she said.
I turned around as her soft hands intermittently touched my back
and aroused me as she was tying my straps. I turned around and
said thanks. She then remarked on how she wished she had a body
like mine. I chuckled and said "Hey . . . be careful what you wish
for . . . you may not get exactly what you want."
She smiled and went back to getting dressed. My tits were sitting
kind of funny in my bikini top. I grabbed my suit and pulled up on
them with my fingers. "There . . . that's better" I thought. "These
tits are even harder to get situated than my cock and balls were." I
shut my locker, grabbed my towel and decided to head out to the
beach.

Every eye seemed to glare at me, both men and women starred in
awe at my perfect female form. I have to admit. The attention was
fun, but the stares of men really unnerved me. I knew what they
were thinking. Hell, I still thought the same thing every time I
looked in the mirror. I didn't mind giving them a show, but it was
certainly going to stop there. I bought myself a salted pretzel and
drink from one of the vendors and sat down on a bench to eat it. I
enjoyed people watching as dozens of people walked by. It seemed
like half of the men that walked by just had to say something to me.
All the lewd stares, comments, and attention from them was really
starting to bug me. So I grabbed my things and decided to move
on to a more quiet location. A few minutes later I was walking
along the boardwalk when I noticed an attractive man wearing a
Speedo bathing suit walking my way. As he came closer, my eyes
became transfixed on the outline of the shape of his cock and balls
behind his tight suit. "Mmmm" I thought. "Looking good." All of
the sudden reality slapped me in the face. I dropped my food as I
jumped backward in disbelief as to the thoughts that just entered
my head. I sat down on a nearby bench, put my head down in my
lap and began to shake. "Holy shit . . . oh no . . . it can't be! I
can't be that . . . no! That fucking bitch!" It took me a couple of
minutes to regain my composure. When I did, I decided that I
needed to get the hell out of here. I took off in the direction of the
locker rooms to get my stuff and head home. As I walked back, I
could feel something strange building inside of me. Desires . . .
cravings . . . desperation, all filled my mind like a whirlwind. I
could take it no longer. I ran into one of the stalls in the locker
room and slammed the door behind me. I took off my bikini
bottom which clung slightly to my wet pussy as I pulled it down. I
then thrust my fingers into my crotch and began to masturbate. I
was beyond the point of being able to stop myself. My hand
moved faster and faster until I could feel my orgasm building. I
shook as it hit me. It felt so good, yet it was so frustrating. Like
my body wanting to ejaculate, but since I didn't have a cock
anymore, I was left at the threshold of actual fulfillment. "What
the hell is happening to me!" I thought. "What the shit is going
through my mind! That fucking bitch is making me gay!"

When I got home I started running in circles, screaming at the
walls. "Can you hear me?! You bitch! What the fuck are you
doing to me!" I demanded. I was interrupted by the sound of the
phone ringing. I picked it up. . . and before I could even say hello,
I heard HER voice and that hideous laugh.
"Hello my dear" she said. "What seems to be the problem?"
"You know what's the fucking matter!" I quipped. "You think it's
funny to turn me into a faggot or something?!"
"Oh hardly my dear . . . then you'd actually enjoy the acts that you
were participating in. That's much too good for your punishment"
she said smugly.
"Then what the hell have you done to me?!" I asked in a scared
tone.
"Why all I've done to you is to give you a little bit of a carnal
craving . . . something that builds slowly over a couple of days,
and then becomes so strong, that you'll have no choice but to
indulge yourself in it" she said. "Then f