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Seven Wishes
By Ed Miller

If only I'd have had more willpower, it never would have happened. But I
still don't see how I could have resisted it.

It wasn't like I could have headed the whole affair off at the beginning.
When Sarah came home with the lamp one Saturday afternoon, I never would
have believed it was magic, even though it did look just like the
stereotypical genie's lamp. That stuff doesn't happen in real life.

"So what do you think of it?" she asked.

"I think it doesn't go too well in here," I said, waving my hand around the
room at our furniture.

"I know, but when I saw it, I just felt like I had to buy it. Do you think
you could shine it up a bit for me?"

"Come on, Sarah. It's a piece of junk! Why bother shining it up? Just
throw it out."

"Well, I'm at least going to see what it looks like when it's been cleaned
off a little bit. Here, let me have the dishtowel."

I've had ample opportunity since then to reflect that things might have
turned out much differently, if I had been the one to rub the lamp. But
then, of course, I wouldn't be telling this story.

As soon as Sarah started to rub the lamp, steam started to shoot out of it,
and weird lights seemed to flash. I was looking around wondering who was
playing the joke, when the steam coalesced into something resembling a human
form. Or at least a torso; below the waist it was indistinct, and faded
into the steam that still connected it to the lamp. But the upper part of
the body was exactly what I expected a genie to look like. He was Arabic,
well muscled, wearing a buttonless vest and a turban with a jewel on the
front of it. He was about eye-to-eye with me, which would have put him at
about six feet, two inches tall, if he had legs.

"Yeah, whaddaya want?" he asked, completely departing from my idea of a
stereotypical genie.

Sarah and I both just stared, wordlessly.

"Come on, come on!" the genie demanded. "What're you waiting for? Make
your wishes! I want to get back to sleep!"

"You're a genie!" I exclaimed intelligently, recovering first from my awe
and disbelief.

"No shit!" he said. "What was your first clue? Was it when I popped out of
the lamp? Shit, I always give it away with the entrance."

"And you're going to grant us wishes?" I ventured.

"Not you, idiot," he said to me, "her." He jerked his thumb towards Sarah.

"She rubbed the lamp, she gets the wishes. You can go to hell."

I was still a bit too shocked by the appearance of a genie in my living room
to take offense at being verbally abused. And Sarah caught up to speed
about then.

"How many wishes?" she asked.

"I dunno," the genie muttered. "I haven't done this in a while. It's been
three hundred and sixty-seven years since the last time I was summoned from
the lamp, and I was right in the middle of a really good dream. I wish all
you humans would just leave me the hell alone, actually. But... how about
seven wishes?"

"Sounds good to me," Sarah said. She looked at me and grinned. We were
both pretty sure that she'd gotten four more wishes than she was supposed
to. But it's like when you go to McDonald's and they put an extra burger in
your bag: you'd be a fool to point it out to them.

Sarah's grin started to turn evil. I could tell she was thinking about what
she was going to wish for, and it looked like she was going to do something
mischievous. To tell the truth, the whole thing seemed a bit surreal to me,
though. I was still dumbstruck by the appearance of a genie in my living
room. I hadn't adjusted completely, although it looked like Sarah wasn't
having such a problem dealing with it.

She seemed to make up her mind, and aimed her mischievous grin at me as she
walked over to the genie and whispered into his ear. He whispered back to
her, and then she replied to him again. I couldn't believe how normal she
was acting, as if this sort of thing happened every day.

"Fine, fine," the genie said, glancing at me as he did so. "Granted. I'm
going back to sleep now. Give me a day or so before you rub the lamp again
for your next wish." And with that, he dissolved into steam that shot back
into the lamp.

"What the hell was that?" I asked.

"You'll find out," Sarah grinned as she walked back towards the back of the
house, leaving me alone in the living room. I don't know why I didn't
follow her. I guess I was still a bit too awestruck to really know what was
going on.

I stared at the lamp, sitting where Sarah had left it on the coffee table.
It looked like such a mundane object that I couldn't believe I had actually
seen what I thought I saw. But what was the alternative? I must have been
going crazy to imagine something like that, and to think it was real.

Gingerly, I picked up the lamp. It didn't bite, so I took a good grip on it
with one hand and rubbed it softly with the other.

Nothing happened.

I rubbed harder, but had no luck. I tried rubbing quicker or slower, or in
a different direction, or first longways and then crossways.

Nothing.

"I AM going crazy," I said to myself as I put the lamp down on the table and
collapsed heavily down to the couch. I turned on the television to distract
me from my impending mental breakdown.

I had been watching for about a half-hour, and was just beginning to forget
that I was off my rocker, when something weird happened.

I had an itch on my chest. This alone wasn't something weird, but when I
reached up to scratch it, it felt weird. My chest was sore, and swollen or
something.

Looking down the neck of my T-shirt, I saw two lumps on my chest that
definitely hadn't been there when I had woken up that morning. I got up and
went to the bathroom, taking my shirt off and throwing it in the hamper.

Examining myself in the mirror, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My
chest was swelling up into two small breasts. My nipples were swollen and
hard, and there were little lumps underneath them. I had tits! Little,
p*****n-looking tits, but still tits!

I looked at the rest of myself, and realized that the changes weren't only
in my chest. My hair was longer, and maybe a little lighter in color. My
shoulders didn't look as broad, and my face had changed. I still looked
like me, but it wasn't the same me that I had been an hour ago.

"Sarah?" I called. "What the hell is going on here?"

"Oh my God!" she said, coming into the bathroom. "I didn't really think
it'd work!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Bob, really, I was just joking around. I didn't really BELIEVE..."

"What did you ask for, Sarah?"

"Umm... Well, why don't you come in the bedroom for a minute?"

She took me by the hand then, and led me back into our room. I was still
shirtless, and now that I was aware of them, I could feel my breasts swaying
as I walked. They weren't very large, and certainly nothing compared to
Sarah's D-cups, but they were way too big to be on MY chest!

Sarah sat down on the bed, undoing my pants and sliding them to the floor as
I stood in front of her. Then she started to suck my dick.

I still wanted to know what was going on, but I certainly wasn't going to
turn down a little sex. In any case, I still had the dreamy, surreal
feeling I had been experiencing ever since I had seen that genie, so I just
let it happen. I stood there as Sarah's head bobbed up and down on my cock,
feeling her lips wrapped around my shaft, stroking the skin. Her tongue
worked in circles around the head of my penis, and I moaned in my arousal.
I could tell it wasn't going to take long before I came, and I was right.
Just as Sarah slid her lips back down to the base of my cock, engulfing it
completely in her hot, wet mouth, I felt my orgasm hit, and I shot a huge
load of hot cum down her throat.

I sat down heavily on the bed after I came, still breathing heavy and
relaxed from my orgasm, only to hear Sarah exclaim:

"My God! It works!"

"What're you talking about?" I demanded.

"Look in the mirror," she replied.

I turned my attention to the full-length mirror across the room, and didn't
recognize the person sitting on the bed next to Sarah. She had hair that
reached her shoulders, falling in a long blonde mane, and framed a beautiful
face. Her narrow shoulders led down to two thin arms on either side of a
petite torso that nonetheless supported two good-sized breasts. Not as big
as Sarah's; maybe C-cup. Her narrow waist flared out into womanly hips and
then tapered down to a pair of long legs. The cock between her legs was the
only thing that detracted from her beauty.

"Who is that?" I asked, and I saw her lips move at the same time. And it
was a woman's voice, not my own, that I heard as I spoke.

I was the woman in the mirror.

"Sarah, what the hell did you do?" I demanded from her.

"Well Bob, it's like this. I didn't really believe it was happening. I
didn't know it would work..."

"For God's sake, what did you do?"

"...I mean, how could I know? I'd nearly convinced myself I had imagined it
all when I heard you in the bathroom. And it was just the first thing that
popped into my head..."

"SARAH, WHAT DID YOU DO!?!"

She stopped babbling, and I stopped yelling. Slowly and quietly, she
explained.


"Bob, it was just the first thing I thought of. You remember last night
when we were talking, and I said that since we've been together I haven't
been able to go and hang out with my girlfriends so much any more?"

"Yes," I admitted.

"Well, I asked the genie to make you into a girl. I don't know what I was
thinking. I just figured we'd go out tonight and hang out, and then
tomorrow I'd use another wish to change you back."

I digested this for a moment.

"What about the blowjob, then?" I asked.

"Uh, that was kind of the genie's idea," she replied. "He said you'd change
on your own, but every time you had an orgasm it would make it happen
faster."

I got up and walked across the room to look at myself in the mirror. Sarah
got up and stood next to me. When I turned to her, I was surprised to see
that we now stood eye-to-eye. I was only five-foot-six now, the same height
as Sarah. I sat back down on the bed, heavily, and felt my new tits jiggle
with the movement.

"Well, you'd better get it over with, then," I said.

"What?"

"I didn't realize it was that important to you to go out to clubs with your
friends, but if it's that big a deal, I suppose I can stand it for tonight.
Let's get this over with."

"You mean, suck your dick again?"

"Yeah, if I'm going to change, I might as well just finish. I figure I can
stand it, as long as you change me back first thing tomorrow, with your next

wish."

"Uh... I'm not sure I really want to."

"Sarah! You are GOING to change me back!"

"No, it's not that. Of course I'll change you back. I never would have
done this to you in the first place if I'd really thought it was going to
work. It's just that... You look like a girl now. I'm not really
attracted to girls."

"Sarah, YOU did this to me. The LEAST you can do is help me out with this."

"Uhh, Ok, I guess," she said, moving to the floor between my legs as I
stayed on the bed. "I mean, you've still got a dick at least." She took it
in her hands and started to stroke it. I could feel myself hardening in her
hands as she stroked the length of it.

"It's so small!" she said. Looking down, I realized she was right. My
penis had shrunken considerably from its normal length of five inches fully
erect. It was only about three inches long now, even though it was
completely hard.

But it felt just as good as ever, if not even better. It was like every
nerve that had been in my cock when it was twice as long was still there,
but in half the size. Every sensation was concentrated. I couldn't believe
how intense it felt.

My hands wandered over my new body as Sarah's head bobbed in my lap. I ran
them over my wide hips, around my thin waist, and up to my chest. It was
just instinct to start fondling my breasts, but I couldn't stop. It felt so
good! I kneaded the soft mounds of flesh against my chest, and loved the
feeling. When I finally touched my nipples, I couldn't hold back any more.
I shot my load down Sarah's throat, and felt my dick slipping back out of
her mouth at the same time. But it wasn't that she was pulling away from
me. My cock was shrinking out of her mouth, dwindling away to nothing.

"Oh my God, it's gone!" she said, and I looked down between my legs to see
that she was right. All there was between my legs now was the mound of a
pussy. I got up and stood in front of the mirror again, to examine the
changes in my body.

"I've got a pussy," I said to myself, only now realizing that it was true.
"I'm a girl."

Sarah came up behind me again, and I realized that I had shrunk again. She
now stood about two inches taller than me. We both stood there speechless
as we examined my body.

I was about five feet, four inches tall now, and my long blonde hair reached
halfway down my back. My face was beautiful, and my body was thin. I
couldn't find a single flaw or blemish anywhere on my body.

My breasts had grown as my cock was shrinking, and they were now bigger than
Sarah's. Sarah wasn't anybody's idea of small-breasted, so that meant that
my tits were huge! They stood out from my chest, proud and spherical, and
were capped with large pink nipples surrounded with crinkled areolas.

"Wow!" Sarah said. "Nice tits! You're bigger than me, now! Looks like an
F-cup to me."

But it was between my legs that my attention was drawn. My penis was
completely gone, shrunken down to form the clit of my new pussy. It was
covered with blonde hair, a lot sparser than my pubic hair had been when I
was still a man, and was very wet. I realized that, even though I had just
had an orgasm, I was ready to go again.

"Sarah, why don't we, you know..." I inclined my head towards the bed,
suggesting a little lesbian fooling-around. Like all guys, I loved the idea
of two girls getting it on, and I wasn't about to pass up the chance now
that I was a girl, no matter how strange it seemed to think about it.

"Ew, gross!" Sarah said. "You're a girl now, Bob! I'm not doing anything
with you!"

I fell silent, embarrassed to realize that she was right.

"Besides," she said, "it's getting late. We'd better start getting ready if
we're going to go to the club."

I had kind of forgotten about that part, but I supposed I might as well go
through with it now. What else was I going to do, anyway? The whole
situation still felt kind of strange, and I was just going with the flow.

"Wait a second," I said. "What am I going to wear? My clothes won't fit."

"I don't think mine would fit you either," Sarah said, "but I asked the
genie to fix you up with something. Take a look in the closet."

I opened the closet and looked at my side of it. On a couple of hangers in
front of my normal clothes, I found a skirt, a top, and a set of underwear.
There was a pair of women's sandals in front of my regular shoes.

"Go ahead, try them on. I want to see you in them," Sarah said.

Shrugging my shoulders (which produced motions in my chest that I wasn't
used to), I took out the hangers. The skirt and the top seemed rather
skimpy, and the panties were tiny, just a g-string.

"I can't wear this!" I said.

"There's nothing else," Sarah said. "Beggars can't be choosers."

Realizing I had no other options, I tried the clothes on, swearing at the
genie under my breath. He must have gotten a kick out of dressing me like a
slut. Getting the bra on required Sarah's help, but I managed to get into
the new clothes and stood in front of the mirror.

"I look like a whore!" I said to Sarah. My breasts stuck way out in front
of me, huge as they were, and the bra made them ride even higher on my
chest. They were practically falling out of my low-cut shirt, and the
cleavage looked like the Grand Canyon. There were at least four inches of
skin between the bottom of the shirt and the top of the skirt, and the skirt
was even skimpier than I had thought before I'd put it on. Even pulled down
low on my hips, it ended VERY high on my thighs. It barely hid the panties,
which were the only part of the outfit I didn't mind. Not that I liked
wearing them, mind you, but the way the g-string felt between my ass cheeks
was kind of... pleasurable.

"Yeah, you do look kind of slutty," Sarah said, grinning. "It's funny."

She went into the bathroom to get ready herself, and I slipped the sandals
on. I didn't think I'd be able to walk in the high heels, but once I had
them on it was no trouble. More of the genie's doing, I suppose.

Standing in front of the mirror again, I couldn't believe I was actually
going to go outside like this. Even though I knew I wouldn't be recognized,
and that I looked completely like a girl now, I felt like I was a freak.

But the reflection in the mirror didn't look like a freak. Slutty, maybe,
but not a freak. Looking at my reflection was starting to get me horny, so
I reached under my skirt and started to rub my pussy through my panties. I
had forgotten about sex for a while after Sarah had turned me down, but I
found myself getting wet again as I looked at my huge tits in the mirror.
The girl in the reflection had her hand up her skirt and was rubbing the
front of her panties, and that image didn't do much to cool me off, either.

I was just about to sit down on the bed, pull my g-string off, and start
finger-fucking myself when Sarah came back into the room. My hand flew out
from between my legs, and I straightened my skirt, but not before she saw
what I had been doing to myself.

"So, horny, are we?" she asked with a grin. I just blushed, although I
thought to myself that I should definitely spend some time alone when we got
back from the club. That shouldn't be too hard, as Sarah had made it clear
that she wouldn't be sleeping with me tonight.

Sarah drove to the club, which was called (ironically enough) "Arabian
Nights." It was decorated all in pillars and filmy, dr****g fabric, and was
probably supposed to look like a Sultan's palace, although I don't know how
closely it approximated it. I certainly have no idea what a Sultan's palace
looks like.

They had drinks, though, which was all I was really interested in. Sarah
and I found ourselves a table near the dance floor, and ordered drinks.
Before they even got there, though, a guy came up and asked her to dance,
and she was out on the floor faster than I could believe. Actually, two
guys came up and asked us both to dance, but I had no intention of dancing
with a guy.

I stayed at the table all night, sucking down drinks and turning down
invitations from guy after guy. By one o'clock I was quite drunk, and
extremely pissed off. I'm sure Sarah liked coming here with her
girlfriends, but her girlfriends didn't get jealous when she danced with
other guys. I had just spent hours drinking while watching her grinding up
against other guys, rubbing her crotch against their dicks out on the dance
floor, and I was about ready to spit nails. I had kept the situation well
enough in mind to realize that I couldn't very well show my jealousy, not
only because it would look out of place but because I didn't want to get in
a huge fight with her until she'd turned me back to myself, but that didn't
make me any less angry.

Finally, she came back to our table. I was getting ready to go when I
realized she had two guys with her.

"Jill," she said to me, stressing the name so that I knew who she was
talking about, "this is John," referring to the guy who was pissing me off
even more by having his arm around her waist, "and Rob. They've volunteered
to take us home."

"Uh, Sarah, I think we can get home on our own," I said through gritted
teeth.

"No, Jill, I don't feel up to driving, and you've had way too many drinks."
That part, at least, was true. As soon as I had stood up I had felt the
room spinning around me. Apparently I didn't have anywhere near as much
tolerance for alcohol as I normally did, which wasn't surprising as I
probably weighed almost a hundred pounds less.

We went out to the guys' car, and I got pissed off again when Sarah sat up
front with John and left me in the back with Rob. I was seething. I just
kept telling myself that, once she turned me back into a man, I was going to
have it out with her. This was NOT what I had had in mind for a Saturday
night.

But Sarah wasn't through rubbing it in my face yet. When we got to our
apartment, she invited the guys up for a drink. When she had actually
poured drinks for everybody, and had us all seated in the living room, she
said to Rob and me:

"Excuse us for a second. I've got something I want to show John in the
bedroom." And before I could say anything to stop her, she took him by the
hand and nearly ran down the hall to the bedroom. I started to get up to
follow, but Rob caught me by the wrist.

"Hey, where're you going so fast," he said, pulling me back towards him.
Instead of sitting on the couch next to him, I ended up in his lap.

"Hey! Don't!" I yelped, as I started to struggle, but he just ran his hand
up my side to my breast, and started to fondle it. I couldn't get out of
his grasp, as small and weak as I was now, and he continued to work on my
tit through the fabric of my shirt.

"I think whatever she wants to show him is just for him," Rob whispered as
he continued to fondle my tits. It felt so good that I wasn't sure if I
wanted him to stop. Between the alcohol that I had consumed that night and
the general surreal quality of everything that had happened that day, I
wasn't completely aware of what was going on, but I knew that it felt great.

"Besides," he went on, "I'm sure we can find some way to entertain ourselves
out here." He pulled my shirt up over my head and I didn't make even a
token protest.

"Uhh... Wait a minute! Don't..." I said as he started to undo my bra. But
when his hands started to play with my nipples and I felt how HARD they
were, and how good it felt when he touched them, I couldn't finish. I just
let out a moan of pleasure.

"Don't what?" he asked me.

"Don't stop!"

I kicked my shoes off as he backed up and started to undress himself. As he
unbuttoned his pants and slid them off, I pushed my skirt down my long legs.
I sat on the couch and slid my panties off as Rob divested himself of the
last of his clothing, pushing down his boxers to reveal his enormous cock.

I gasped when I saw his penis; it was so huge! Standing out from his crotch
was an enormous shaft, twice as long as mine had been. It had to be more
than ten inches, and was standing straight out, completely erect. In my
little girlish body, it was as thick as my wrist!

I would have expected to be disgusted at the sight of it, and the thought
that I was going to let him put that huge thing in me, but I wasn't. My
pussy was soaking wet, and I was as ready for sex as I had ever been in my
life. Wordlessly, I dropped to my knees. I knew what I was doing, and on
one level I was disgusted with myself, but I instinctually NEEDED to worship
that huge monster of a cock that presented itself before me.

I took Rob's cock in my hand, feeling the hot, hard flesh throbbing in my
grasp. I wanted it. I wanted to suck it. I leaned forward and placed the
tip of it between my lips, lubricating it with saliva. I could taste the
salty flavor of his cock as I flicked it with my tongue. I waited like
that, with just the tip of his dick between my lips, to heighten his desire
and my own. Then, when I couldn't stand waiting any longer, I engulfed his
cock in my mouth. I sucked it down my throat and ran my lips down his rod.
I could only get about the first half in before I started to gag, but I
wanted as much as I could get. I held the shaft and stroked it with my
lips, feeling the smooth skin of his penis slide across my tongue.

I couldn't believe what a crazed cocksucker I was. I loved it! I couldn't
get enough of that hard dick in my mouth. I reached down to my soaking
pussy to finger myself as I slid my lips along his huge penis. My other
hand worked at my nipples and my enormous breasts, heightening my desire as
I knelt on the floor, sucking dick and loving it.

Rob's hips started to buck faster, and I knew he was close to coming. I
took the hand from my tits to stroke the part of his penis that I couldn't
reach with my mouth, however much I wanted to, and sucked even harder at the
head of his dick. I could feel the hard, slick length of his cock in my
hand as I stroked it. Finally, Rob started to grunt and I felt his penis
twitch in my mouth as I continued to suck it. His cum shot out into my
throat and I swallowed it all, sucking at his cock desperate to get more. I
kept suckling at his dick until I was sure I wasn't going to get any more
cum from him, and then I got up and went to the couch.

I know he was pretty tired after an orgasm like that, but Rob seemed to perk
up a bit when I laid back on the couch and spread my legs, opening my pussy
up for him to enter. I don't mean to sound conceited or anything, but I was
certainly hot.

This was the moment that I realized what I was doing. For just a moment, I
emerged from my drunken state long enough to understand that I was about to
let a man fuck me. I could stop now, I knew. He'd just had a blowjob, so
he wouldn't fight it, and I could be changed back to a man tomorrow, without
the knowledge that I'd let another man fuck me.

But I didn't want to stop now, I realized. I wanted sex like I had never
wanted anything before in my life. I thought about what I was going to let
him do to me, and I didn't mind. I WANTED to be fucked.

"Please fuck me," I begged him, and Rob's cock stopped limpening and started
to harden. He came over to the couch and positioned his cock at the
entrance to my pussy. Now it was Rob's turn to tease me for a minute, to
increase my anticipation, but he couldn't hold out any longer than I did, so
almost immediately my virgin pussy was filled with hot, hard cock for the
first time.

"Oh my God!" I screamed, orgasming as soon as his cock filled my pussy
completely. I couldn't believe it fit inside me, but that ten-inch monster
felt so good in my cunt that I never wanted it to stop fucking me. I was
stretched to the limit as Rob pumped his huge organ in and out of my sopping
wet hole, and I reached up to my tits to massage them and play with my
nipples as I came. I had never had an orgasm like that before in my life.
I would have thought that I couldn't feel that good and survive. The
intensification of sensation I had felt as my dick shrank had only increased
as it became a pussy, and this was more pleasure than I could stand. I was
screaming out my pleasure from the best orgasm I had ever felt.

It occurred to me then that this was by far the best sex of my life, and it
was with a man. But I didn't care. I found it hard to care too much about
anything while I was coming like that.

Rob started to breathe faster again, and he was pumping into my cunt more
forcefully now. I knew he was about to cum, and he didn't disappoint me,
slamming into my twat one final time, almost painfully deep, and grunting as
he shot his cum up into my belly. I could feel it there, like a little bit
of heat in my already hot pussy.

"Wow," he said, pushing himself up off of me and collapsing onto the other
couch. "That was amazing!"

"You're not done yet," I told him as I composed myself.

"Are you k**ding? Look at me!" He gestured to his crotch, where his dick
lay limp and lifeless. "I'm not going to be able to get it up for a week
after sex like that!"

"Yes you will," I assured him as I moved to his couch. Climbing up onto his
lap, I started to grind up against him. My pussy was leaking lubrication
all over my crotch, and I rubbed it all over his, pressing my wet cunt up
against his limp dick. I slid back and forth, feeling the flaccid cock
twitching slightly at the invitation.

My nipples were as hard as my pussy was wet, which was very, so I leaned
forward to rub those against his chest. I didn't have to lean forward very
far, since my tits were so big. I could feel them rubbing up against Rob's
chest, the little nubs of pleasure that were my nipples rolling around as
they rubbed on his hard, male chest. I felt sparks shooting through my body
at the sensation, and I whimpered with pleasure. I was turning myself on at
least as much as Rob.

"You want some more, don't you?" He asked.

"Please!" I begged him. "Please fuck me again."

"Ok," he said. "I'll fuck you. Here," he got up, guiding me over to the
other couch. He pushed me against the arm so that I bent over, leaving me
spread open and exposed for whatever he wanted to do to me.

"I won't do this if you don't want me to," he said as he lined his erect
cock up against the entrance to my asshole.

He was going to fuck me up the ass! I hadn't thought about that
possibility. But now that I did, I found I didn't mind. Everything I had
done so far had felt so good, that I just wanted to do more, to experience
more of sex from the receiving end. And I knew I'd soon be receiving it in
my rear end.

"I want you to! Stick it up my ass!" I pleaded.

Rob did just that. I felt his hard penis slide up my ass, filling me there
like he had filled my pussy only minutes before. He was well lubricated
with my pussy juice, so it didn't hurt. It was a bit uncomfortable at
first, but as he continued to pump in and out of my asshole, I relaxed and
started to enjoy the sensation of fullness and friction of his assfuck.

Rob's hands on my ass kneaded my asscheeks as his cock slammed into my ass.
He was speeding up now, fucking me harder as he felt me relaxing and
starting to enjoy it. I felt my big titties rubbing against the couch as
they swayed from my chest. I moaned in ecstasy, wanting more of this
fantastic sensation.

I looked to my right. There, standing in the doorway, was Sarah. She was
completely naked, and she looked almost indecently satisfied. I knew that
she had just been fucked as completely as I was being fucked right now. I
thought of how this must look to her, walking in to find her boyfriend,
transformed into a girl, and being fucked up the ass as he moaned in
pleasure. I was more embarrassed than I could have imagined, but I was even
hornier. As she watched, I reached down between my legs and started to
stroke my clit as Rob fucked me harder up my ass.

Rob started to thrust harder and faster up my ass, getting closer to coming.
My own orgasm was approaching fast. I whimpered from the pleasure of this
assfuck as I felt his cock thrusting into me from behind. I fingered my
pussy faster. He pumped his cock into me harder. Harder and faster, we
ground into each other until we reached a fever pitch, then Rob grunted and
I screamed as we launched into simultaneous orgasms. He pulled his cock out
of my ass and stroked it between my ass cheeks as he came, shooting his cum
up onto my back and my ass. I could feel his cock sliding along the crack
in my ass as the aftershocks of both our orgasms died out.

"That looked like fun," Sarah said as we finished, collapsing down onto
opposite couches in exhaustion. I was finally satiated. I laid there, my
legs splayed out, feeling Rob's cum leaking out of my pussy. I couldn't
believe how much cum I had on me, and in me. I was sitting in a puddle of
it that had been shot up onto my ass, and the cum leaking from my pussy was
adding to it.

"Ok, time to go!" said John as he came out from behind Sarah. He was just
finishing dressing, and I caught a glimpse of his cock as he tucked it into
his pants. It looked to be fully as big as Rob's. Against my will, I found
myself thinking about sucking it into my mouth.

John saw Rob lying naked on the couch, and stopped in his tracks. I guess
he didn't think his buddy had been as lucky as he had. Now it was Rob's
turn to look embarrassed, but he dressed as quickly as he could while John
averted his eyes. Sarah looked to be completely unconcerned about being
naked in front of both of these guys, and I was too exhausted to care. As
soon as both guys were dressed, they made hurried excuses and bolted. I
can't really blame them; they had gotten what they wanted.

"So, I didn't expect you to be so easy," Sarah offered as soon as the guys
were gone.

I couldn't look her in the eye. I was so embarrassed that I had let Rob
fuck me. I knew that Sarah could see how much I had enjoyed it.

"Well, I'm about to turn in," she said. "Don't worry. I'll turn you back
first thing tomorrow." With that, she went back to the bedroom. OUR
bedroom. In which she had just fucked another guy.

I couldn't think about it any more. I couldn't take the embarrassment. I
rolled over and fell asleep almost instantly.

The next thing I was aware of was hearing a voice. A male voice. And one
that I didn't recognize.

"Wow, take a look at that ass!" it said.

I got up groggily, and found myself facing the back of the couch. Why was I
here? Had Sarah and I had a fight last night? I got up and turned towards
the voice.

"Check that out! Tits to match!" the genie exclaimed.

I looked down at my chest, and my memories of last night came flooding back.
I reached up and tried to cover my huge tits, and my other hand went
between my legs to cover my pussy, but there was too much exposed flesh for
me to really achieve any modesty. I blushed from head to foot.

"Ok, that's enough," Sarah muttered to him. "I want you to change him back
to his normal self. That's my second wish."

"Fine, fine," the genie replied. "Although he was nothing special like
that. He's much easier on the eyes like this."

"Just do it," she said.

"Right! 'Your wish is granted, sirrah!'"

I looked down at my body to see that it was the old male one I was used to.
Surprisingly, I wasn't completely relieved. I was embarrassed as hell about
the things I had done while I was a woman, but it had felt so good.

"Humph!" the genie guffawed, looking directly at my crotch. "Why'd you have
me bother to turn him back? He can't be much use as a man with a little
pecker like that!"

"Just get back in the bottle, genie," Sarah spat at him. "I'll tell you
when I want my next wish."

"All right, but give me a few days, will you? I was just getting back to
sleep when you woke me up again..." he grumbled as he dissolved back into
the lamp.

As soon as the genie had disappeared, I jumped up and went to the bedroom to
pull on a pair of boxer shorts. Normally I wouldn't have been so
self-conscious about being naked in front of Sarah, but the genie's comment,
along with my own experience of seeing two huge cocks last night, was making
me feel more than a little inadequate. I collapsed onto the bed and lay
there, staring up at the ceiling. Sarah came into the bedroom and sat on
the edge of the bed.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she said.

"How could you do it, Sarah? How could you let someone else fuck you?"

"What are you talking about? I didn't do anything you didn't do! In fact,
I did less! I didn't let him stick his cock up my ass!"

"I was drunk, Sarah," I said, even though I knew that excuse was hopelessly
inadequate.

"Well, I'd had a few drinks too. And I was horny! And I hate to point it
out, but you weren't equipped to satisfy me."

"What's that supposed to mean? Are you talking about the size of my cock?"

"Bob, last night you didn't even HAVE a cock. But now that you mention
it... No, never mind," she trailed off, turning away.

"What is it?" I demanded, grabbing her by the arm and turning her to face me
again.

"No, I shouldn't say it..."

"You loved it, didn't you?" I said between my gritted teeth. "You little
slut! You loved cheating on me."

Sarah's eyes widened. The tears she had been about to shed were outshone by
anger.

"Yes! I loved it!" she shouted at me. "I loved all ten inches of it! He
fucked me better than you ever could! That thing between your legs isn't a
dick, it's just an excuse for one! And how can you call me a slut! Are you
telling me that you didn't love it? You were crying out for more. I walked
into the room and saw you getting your ass FILLED with cock. Are you
telling me that wasn't you begging that guy to fuck your ass some more?"

My anger disappeared when she brought up what I had let Rob to do me last
night. I didn't feel mad, and I didn't actually feel that embarrassed, for
the first time since he had pulled his penis out of me. I didn't really
know what to feel. I just laid there, staring at the ceiling again. As the
silence grew longer, Sarah got up and left the room.

I spent hours lying there, thinking about the situation. How could I
explain the things I had done last night? The conclusion I came to was that
it had felt natural. I had been thrust into a situation I had never
anticipated, a situation I could never have believed, and I had gone through
it almost on autopilot. I hadn't really known what I was doing.

But if that was the case, what about Sarah? She hadn't been transformed
into the opposite sex, but was the situation really a whole lot more normal
for her? I began to see her side of the argument. If I was just going
through the motions of knowing what I was doing, and Rob took advantage of
that insecurity to fuck me, couldn't the same thing have happened to her?

Finally, I got up and went out to the living room. Sarah was sitting on the
couch, wrapped in her robe, and staring blankly at the television.

"I'm sorry," I said to her.

"I'm sorry too," she replied. "I don't know why I did those things, or why
I said what I said. I was just... out of my head."

"I know what you mean," I said. "Same here. It's like I didn't really know
what I was doing."

"Exactly," she said. "I don't know. Can't we pretend like last night, you
know..."

"Never happened? I think so," I replied, and moved to the couch to sit down
next to her.

Which led us back to the bedroom. I don't know about you, but that's a
pretty common occurrence for me after making up from a fight with my
girlfriend. It's like, you both feel a need to demonstrate to the other one
that everything's all right again.

The only problem was, it wasn't all right. Oh, I wasn't still mad at her or
anything, but I realized as I was pumping into her that I wasn't really into
it. I could barely feel anything. Sarah's pussy was all stretched out from
John's enormous dick, and my little cock was swimming in it. Apart from
that, I realized that my thoughts weren't really on what I was doing. I was
thinking back to last night, and how good it had felt to get fucked. How
sexy it had felt to spread my legs and feel that HUGE cock sliding up into
my pussy.

I looked into Sarah's eyes, and realized that she wasn't enjoying this any
more than I was. I couldn't even finish. I got up off the bed and ran for
the bathroom.

Locking the door behind me, I sat down on the edge of the bathtub and looked
down at my cock. It was standing fully erect from my crotch, taunting me.
I was still horny, even if I hadn't been getting off on sex with Sarah, so I
reached down between my legs and started to jack off.

As my hand stroked my cock, I let my mind wander. I thought of models,
actresses; my normal fantasies while jerking off. An image of Winona Ryder
begging me to fuck her kept my interest for a minute or two. But my
thoughts kept coming back to last night.

It had been the best sex I had ever had. I couldn't try to convince myself
otherwise. Even now, stroking my cock exactly the way I liked it, I didn't
feel nearly as good as I had with Rob's dick crammed into my pussy. I
reached up to my chest and started to play with my nipples, but it was the
same thing. This felt GOOD, but that had felt PHENOMENAL.

I couldn't stop myself. The images in my mind changed. Now, in my
fantasies, I was the girl I had been last night, and what I lusted after was
cock. Dick after dick, that was all I thought about. In my fantasy, I
sucked them, I was fucked in my pussy and my ass. I gave handjobs to guys
and let them fuck me between my tits. I was an insatiable slut, always
hungry for cock.

In no time, I came, shooting my load onto the floor. As I wiped it up with
a towel, I heard Sarah's knock at the door.

I opened it, and told her everything would be all right, but I'm not sure
she believed me. I'm not sure I believed myself.

I went back to work the next day, and tried to forget all about the genie,
the bottle, and my problems with Sarah. We hadn't tried to have sex again.
I think we both knew we'd only be disappointed.

I didn't get much done at work that week. I was plagued by images in my
head; images of what I had done last Saturday, and what I would do if I were
a woman again. I was distracted, and almost terminally horny. On Monday, I
managed to get through the day and drive home before jacking off, again to
images of huge cocks fucking my very female body. On Tuesday I couldn't
wait, and I ducked into the men's room at lunch.

Sarah was as distracted as I was, and as quiet around the apartment. We
made small talk with each other, but neither one of us wanted to bring up
the subject of our relationship, and what we had done to it.

On Wednesday, I ducked out of work early to come home and satisfy my craving
for masturbation. Sarah had the day off, and I found her in the bedroom.
She had bought an enormous vibrator, at least twelve inches long and molded
to look like a real penis. I could hear it buzzing, almost drowned out by
her moans as she fucked herself furiously with it. I shut the door. I
don't think she heard me.

On Thursday, I finally figured out what I had to do, but it was Friday
before I explained it to Sarah. She was waiting for me when I got home from
work, and we sat down on the couch to talk it over. We both knew the talk
had been coming.

"Sarah," I said, "what we have to do now is to get rid of those last five
wishes."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that we're both moping around because we experienced something new.
And now we know we have other options. What we need to do is to get rid of
the last five wishes, and then we'll have used up the other options. We can
get on with our lives, instead of being stuck like we have been lately."

"Hmm..." said Sarah, thinking it over. "I think I see what you mean. The
only problem is, what do I wish for?"

This was the part that I'd been dreading, because that was the question I
didn't have an answer to. Part of me, the sensible part, said she should
with for money, long life, stuff like that. But there was also the part of
me that wanted at least one repeat of last weekend before I forgot about it
forever.

This was the point where willpower could have saved me. But I didn't have
it. I just told myself that nothing was permanent until she'd used that
last wish.

Sarah had been watching me as I tried to work through my indecision, and she
wasn't dumb. She knew what my hesitation meant.

"You want it again, don't you?" she asked. "You want me to turn you into a
girl."

"Yes," I admitted. "I want you to make me a girl again."

"Oh, thank God!" she said. "Listen, I'll change you back with the last
wish. I promise. And after all the wishes are gone, I know I can settle
down with you again. But just for this weekend..."

"Yeah, just for this weekend," I agreed. "No rules. You don't judge me,
and I won't judge you. And when it's over, we'll just forget all about it."

"Bob, is it really..." she hesitated. "Do you really like it better as a
girl? The sex, I mean."

Now it was my turn to hesitate. I didn't want to admit what I knew was the
truth. But I realized I had nothing to hide. She already knew the truth,
just from the answer I had given when she asked what I wanted to wish for.

"Yes, it's better," I admitted.

"Ok, well then here it goes." She took the lamp from the place on the
coffee table that it had occupied, untouched, since last Sunday. As she
rubbed it, the genie materialized from within.

"Christ, you again?" he demanded. "What do you want this time? You guys
are like telemarketers! Always when I'm asleep!"

"We want you to turn Bob into a girl again, like before," Sarah said.
There, it was said. I let out a sigh of relief.

"So, Bobby likes catching better than pitching, eh?" the genie chuckled.
"Is that it, Tiny? You want me to make you a girl again so you can get a
good fucking? Want a big dick up your pussy?"

I couldn't look him in the eye, but I didn't leave the room. I knew I did
want all the things he said. And I'd have been willing to stand there and
take ten times as much abuse from him, as long as he'd change me back into a
girl.

"I'm not surprised you like having a pussy better than that little thing
you've got between your legs now," he went on.

"That's the wish, genie. Do it," Sarah said.

"Ok, ok," the genie grinned. "'Your wish is my command!'"

I looked down at myself. There was no change.

"What are you trying to pull? I haven't changed," I said to him.

"She said like before," he replied, nodding towards Sarah. "You'll change
slowly, unless you cum. I bet you won't wait, though, will you? I bet you
can't wait to feel tits on your chest again, to feel that hot wet little
pussy between your legs. I bet you can't wait to find a man, a REAL man,
with a REAL cock, to fuck your little pussy."

"Into the bottle, genie!" Sarah said, and he dissolved into steam again, and
was sucked into the lamp.

I was upset by what the genie had said, the more so because it was true. I
couldn't wait. I wanted to change right now. I looked sheepishly up at
Sarah.

"Sarah, could you..."

"Help you out?" she grinned. "Sure, no problem."

She guided me with her hands to the couch, and I sat down. She unbuckled my
belt and pulled off my pants as I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off, as
well as my undershirt, leaving me completely naked. My cock was already
completely erect. All it had taken was the thought of being a girl again.

Sarah bent forward to take my cock between her lips. I knew she would have
preferred it if I had had a huge ten-incher like John's, but I ignored it.
Soon, I wouldn't even have a penis at all. I couldn't wait.

Sarah sucked my dick, and I moaned with pleasure. I was enjoying this more
than the masturbation sessions I had been having all week. I liked it
better because I knew it was making me a girl, that every stroke of her lips
on my manhood was bringing me that much closer to womanhood.

"It's shrinking!" Sarah said around the cock in her mouth. "I can feel it
shrinking in my mouth!"

"Keep sucking," I groaned. I didn't want it smaller. I wanted it gone
completely.

I could see that it was shrinking, now that she had mentioned it, and I
started to notice other changes as well. I felt shorter, even though I was
sitting down. My arms looked a little thinner, and my hips a little wider.
There was just a hint of swelling under my nipples.

I reached up to my chest and took both my nipples between my thumbs and
forefingers. I rolled them back and forth, gasping at the pleasure. I was
a little embarrassed to be playing with my nipples in front of my
girlfriend, but since she was sucking my dick knowing full well that it was
making me into a girl, and that I wanted her to make me into a girl, I
figured a little nipple-play wouldn't make much of a difference.

"It's amazing! It's like a popsicle. It gets smaller and smaller the
longer I suck it."

I didn't respond to her this time, because I was just about to cum. As soon
as she said that, reminding me that my cock was dwindling away as she sucked
on it, it pushed me over the edge. I groaned and shot my first load of cum
down her throat.

"Do you want me to stop? Do you want to rest for a minute?" asked Sarah as
soon as she had swallowed my cum.

"No! Don't stop!" I said. "Keep sucking!"

Sarah went back to work on my cock, and I kept playing with my nipples. My
tits were much bigger now, and the rest of my body looked much more feminine
as well. It had changed quite a bit while I was actually orgasming. My
cock was much smaller, only about half of its normal five inches, and my
tits were getting near Sarah's size.

I just kept thinking about how my cock was shrinking away to nothing, and
how I would soon have tits bigger than my girlfriend's again. That kept my
cock hard in her mouth, when normally it would have wilted after the first
orgasm. As she kept sucking, I was rapidly approaching the second one. I
gave one last twist on my nipples and reached it.

"Uhhh......" I moaned as my orgasm hit, my voice cracking in the middle of
my moan. Another load of cum shot out of my two-inch hardon and down
Sarah's throat. My wide hips bucked against her as she drained more and
more of my maleness away.

"Should I keep going?" Sarah asked. There wasn't much left of my cock by
now. It was less than an inch long, and she was licking it rather than
sucking it now, more like a clit. "Your dick is almost gone. It shrank
right out of my mouth that time."

"Keep going. Keep sucking. Don't stop until I have a pussy!" I told her.

Sarah returned to the task at hand. I fondled my tits again. They were as
big as Sarah's D-cups, now. I thought about it. I had tits as big as my
girlfriend's. I looked like a girl. I had big tits, a rounded ass, wide
hips, and a beautiful face. The only male part of me that was left was the
tiny nub that was all that remained of my cock. And as soon as I came, even
that would disappear, turning into a clit and being covered up by the hood
of flesh at the top of my new pussy.

That thought pushed me over the edge of another orgasm, and I came again. I
didn't shoot out any cum this time, though. I just felt my tits swell up
larger on my chest, and my ass spread wider on the couch as my penis finally
disappeared completely and was replaced by a pussy. I was completely a girl
again.

Sarah stood up, wiping her mouth.

"Satisfied, you slut?" she asked. Her grin told me she was joking.

"Not yet," I grinned, getting slightly more comfortable with the fact that
my girlfriend now knew I preferred getting fucked in my pussy by other guys
to remaining a guy and fucking her. "Not yet. But I hope to be by Sunday
night."

"How about we get a couple more of those wishes out of the way?" Sarah asked
as she rubbed the lamp again.

The genie materialized again, and fixed his gaze immediately on my very
naked, very female body.

"Wow, what a sexy little slut you are. I knew you wouldn't be able to wait.
And I know you'll have no problems finding somebody to fuck you, with a
body like that. The only question is, how does your girlfriend feel about
you going over to her team?"

"Wish number four," Sarah said loudly, drowning out the genie. "A full
wardrobe for Bob's new body."

"Done, it's in the closet."

Sarah turned to me with a questioning look on her face.

"Three wishes left," she said. "Anything you want?"

I thought about it. As I saw it, this weekend was going to be sort of a
vacation, after which I'd go back to my normal life. I had a couple changes
I'd like to make, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to say them in front of
Sarah. Even after everything that had happened, I was still embarrassed.

But on the other hand, I wouldn't get another chance. And it occurred to me
that Sarah could use her last wish to turn everything back to normal and
make both of us forget that any of this had ever happened. I spoke up.

"Just a couple of things," I answered softly, in my new feminine voice. "A
few minor changes."

"Tell me all about it, baby," the genie teased. I ignored him, and bulled
ahead, despite my embarrassment.

"Four things, actually," I said. "I want to be even shorter. And smaller
in proportion. I want to be only about five feet tall. I want longer hair.
About this long," I said, indicating a point a few inches below my ass.
"I want a totally hairless pussy. And bigger tits." There, I had said it.
I was blushing furiously, but at least I had gotten it all out.

"Specific, aren't we?" the genie laughed. "I think little Bobby LIKES being
a girl. He certainly seems to like having tits bigger than yours. Is that
your fifth wish?" he asked Sarah.

She looked at me with a puzzled look on her face. She had seemed surprised
when I asked for the changes, particularly when I asked to be even shorter.
I didn't really know why I had asked for that myself, only that it turned me
on to think of being so tiny, so much smaller than everyone else. But she
decided to go along with it.

"All that, and make his wardrobe fit him after the changes," she said.

"Done." I could suddenly feel my hair brushing against my ass cheeks. I
felt myself shrinking, as I looked around the room and everything seemed to
get taller. That is, I felt myself shrinking, everywhere but my chest. My
tits swelled up larger on my chest until they were huge, way bigger than the
F-cups I had started with. They were the size of bowling balls. It looked
ridiculous on my tiny chest, on a body as petite as mine now was, but it
also looked amazingly sexy. My smooth, hairless pussy completed the image.
I didn't have any pubic hair now, and all that was visible in my crotch was
the naked, obvious slit of my pussy lips, looking for all the world like a
p*****n pussy. That cunt and those tits on this tiny body were such a
strange sight, but this was exactly what I had wanted.

Sarah had been examining the changes I had asked for with some surprise on
her face, but she shrugged it off.

"Ok, genie, one more wish and then it's back into the lamp with you."

"Are you sure you don't want to wish for a real man, now that your
boyfriend's abdicated his manhood? He seems to like this girl stuff too
much to ever satisfy you again."

"All I want is for you to make my pussy hairless too, and my tits an F-cup.
That's my sixth wish," she said.

"Granted," the genie pronounced, and then he disappeared into the lamp
again.

I couldn't see the hair disappearing from Sarah's pussy, since she was
dressed, but I could see her tits swell up even through her clothes. I was
glad I was still much bigger than her in the chest, even though she was so
much bigger than me everywhere else.

"Well, that's it," she said, adjusting her breasts in her now-constrictive
bra. "The weekend has now officially started. What do you want to do
first?"

"The first thing I'd like to do," I said, "is to borrow your dildo."

"You know about that?" Sarah's eyebrows were raised in surprise. She
shrugged. "Oh, well, I guess it doesn't matter. Ok, let me go get it for
you."

She brought it back to the living room, where I was waiting naked on the
couch. I took it from her and started to go back to the bedroom.

"Wait a minute," Sarah said.

"What?" I asked.

"I, uh..." she hesitated. "Why don't you do it here?"

"Why? You want to watch?"

She nodded.

"I thought you didn't like girls," I said.

"I don't. But I liked watching you with Rob. It turns me on to see you
like this, to see what you do to yourself. Kinda weird, huh?"

"Not any weirder than any of the rest of this. Ok," I said, and spread my
legs, opening my hairless pussy.

Sarah was divesting herself of her clothes as I slid her huge dildo into my
slit. I wanted to be fucked by it, filled by it. I wanted all of it inside
of my little hairless pussy, as impossible as I knew it was for a tiny girl
like me.

"Does it feel good?" Sarah asked. She had her clothes off and was fingering
her own hairless cunt, and fondling her enlarged tits.

"It feels fantastic," I replied.

"Better than being a guy?"

"WAY better," I moaned, made more truthful by the fact that I was filling my
pussy with a huge rubber dick, eliciting the most intense erotic feelings I
could imagine. I couldn't get enough of this huge dildo.

I discovered the switch on the end sticking out of my pussy, and turned the
vibrator on. Ecstasy shot throughout my body. I whimpered again from the
sensation.

"It's so weird to watch you fuck yourself with it. I watch you dildo your
little hairless pussy and it's so weird. I see you play with yourself and I
can't believe you're really my boyfriend." I could see her hand moving,
rubbing her clit as she said this, and I knew she was as turned on by seeing
me as a girl as I was to know that I was one.

I didn't respond to Sarah's comment this time, because I was already coming.
I couldn't believe how fast I had reached orgasm, but it made sense when
you realized that I had been waiting all week for this. That I had been
wanting all week to have a pussy again so that I could get something up it,
so that I could get fucked.

My moan crept upwards as my orgasm washed over me, moving out from the full
sensation in my pussy to the tips of my fingers and the bottoms of my feet.
Sarah reached her climax at the same time, burying her fingers in her bald
pussy and tugging on her breasts as she whimpered in the throes of orgasm.
When we both were done, I was lying there splayed out on the couch, not
unlike last week, except that I still had the vibrator stuck up my pussy.
Sarah occupied a similar position on the other couch.

"That felt great!" I exclaimed to her.

"Well, get used to it," she replied. "I'm sure we'll both be getting fucked
a lot this weekend."

"I hope so," I admitted, almost too quiet for her to hear.

After that, we started to get ready to go out that night. That was what
Sarah wanted to do, and I wasn't averse to the idea, because at least it
would give me a way to go out and find a man to fuck me. Again, I found
myself getting dressed up in the sluttiest clothes you've ever seen. My
huge tits were bursting out of my low-cut top, and my skirt just barely
covered my panties. The big surprise was when I examined my bras. The tag
said they were a J-cup! I didn't know they made anything like that! But
then again, I didn't have much experience with gigantic tits like the ones I
now had.

We decided to go to the same club as last time, the Arabian Nights.
Actually, it was Sarah who decided. I just wanted to go where I could find
some cock. I wasn't too particular about location.

It was literally seconds after we walked in the door before we were asked to
dance. This time, I didn't resist. I thought back to my trip here last
week, when I had been making such a big deal out of not dancing with any
guys, not talking to any guys. In short, not doing anything that could be
of a sexual nature with guys; anything that might lead to flirting.

This time, however, I actively sought out the attention I had refused
before. Guys came up to talk to me, and I flirted with them, throwing
sexual innuendo after