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"UUNNNNNGGG...." Bernard moaned as he speared the soft, wet mound of
his girlfriend, Allison. "OOOOOH!" she cried as she was mounted, and
wrapped her supple, pale thighs around his hips, her legs scissoring
behind him to pull him even deeper into her slick canal.

Bernard was in heaven as he started thrusting hard into Allison,
savoring the pleasure of her soft, curvy body. He found it odd that
she was so willing to have sex now, when their relationship was on the
rocks, but he had waited so long for a chance to ream her that he
wasn't going to complain.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she gasped, but Bernard saw that she wasn't quite into
it. She was looking away, seeming almost bored, and she was almost dry,
like she wasn't turned on by any of this. Bernard, like most men,
found women confusing and often contradictory, but Allison was
perplexing on a level beyond most women. She was a mystery wrapped in
an enigma wrapped in an awesome rack.

Allison's body was a curvy vision of femininity. Her skin was soft and
tanned, her down catching the sun like gold. Her hair was blonde and
thick, the long, straight locks falling to mid-back. Her breasts were
a generous C, round and capped with perfect pink areolas, her nipples
enticingly thick when erect. Her face was a round, innocent oval with
plump pink lips and a smoldering, knowing set of eyes that completely
belied the farmgirl-next-door face.

Allison was a looker, no doubt about that. Bernard didn't know what
she saw in him, an introverted loner who was frankly a little boring.
He didn't like parties or clubbing, and spent a lot of time around
people who could uncharitably be called nerds. Before he had met
Allison, he was trying to muster up the courage to ask out Amanda, a
cute, olive-skinned and dark-haired girl who shared his mythology
course, but kept thinking she would laugh at him.

But then Allison came along, and before he knew it he was her
boyfriend, but not really, but yes please we are a couple, just don't
touch me, I was k**ding here-let-me-rub-your-crotch-but-don't-think-
it's-going-to-lead-anywhere. His cock had spent the last month in a
frustrated state of arousal. During their frequent 'down' periods when
Allison so much as refused to look at him, he had tried to strike up a
conversation with Amanda only to have Allison swoop out of nowhere and
start playing the perfect girlfriend again. It was very frustrating.

He'd break it off, but Allison was every bit as assertive as Bernard
was not, and so the state of affairs had continued. Until today, that
is, when she had unexpectedly showed up in his dorm room, unzipped his
fly, and deep-throated his erect cock without so much as a by-your-
leave, not that he was complaining.

She had even brought along a sex toy, a cock ring that had been carved
out of red stone. Bernard wanted to complain, he wasn't into that sort
of thing, but Allison had just hushed him and slid it down his erect,
saliva-coated cock.

Bernard grunted as he felt his cock grow even more swollen, its head
starting to twitch deep in Allison's vagina, his balls pulling tight,
and she suddenly turned to look at him, her expression reading not
excitement, but rather, expectation. More weirdness out of her! It
didn't matter, Bernard thought, as his cock swelled even more. That
cock ring was something else, he'd have to try it more often, he had
never felt this hard. It felt warm, and seemed to almost pulse.
"UUUUUUUUH!!!" He cried, as he unloaded a solid month's worth of jism
into Allison, his semen throbbing and pouring, welling up around his
cock and seeping out of her vagina.

The cock ring seemed to pulse, and a fiery, burning sensation emanated
from the base of Bernard's cock. His eyes bulged as he felt a horrible
cutting sensation in his groin, he felt like he had been stabbed! The
cutting sensation faded away, but now he felt an unfamiliar pulsing in
his groin, and the feeling like something hard was wedged in his hips.
He tried squeezing his cock muscles, but instead of the expected
feeling of his cock twitching in Allison's vagina, he felt unfamiliar
muscles in his pelvis squeezing around a foreign hardness.

Wide-eyes, looked down and saw an exultant look on Allison's face. She
smirked at him and raised her hips a little, and Bernard felt the
foreign hardness thrust even deeper into his groin, and his groin
spasmed, the unfamiliar muscles twitching and throbbing!

Shocked, he pulled himself off of Allison, and felt the uniquely female
sensation of a cock sliding out of him, sliding past sensitive nether
lips! His eyes bulged again and he nearly passed out when he saw an
erect, bobbing cock emerging from between Allison's female thighs. It
shone, wet from its recent intrusion. Shone with pussy cream.

"you....i..." Bernard stuttered, and looked down. Between his legs, no
balls hung, and no cock emerged reassuringly from his groin. Instead,
he saw a soft, curving mound, and below it, a slit. A shaking hand
descended and rubbed it, and Bernard felt his sensitive labia relay the
sensation of being stroked. He spread the mound, and the slick folds
parted, revealing the glint of a pink passage behind them. His body
relayed the sensation of cool air on his wet, sensitive vagina.

His thighs slammed together, the room spinning as his brain tried to
process the concept. HE HAD A PUSSY!

He fell back heavily on the bed, and watched as Allison got up,
seemingly ignoring him, a slender feminine hand stroking her erect
shaft. She whispered "Oh yes. It was worth the wait!"

"Worth...wait...what?" Bernard stammered. "Hhh---how? Why? What...
what did you do to me!"

She looked at Bernard, annoyed. "Don't worry... honey. I just thought
it might be fun to see life from a different perspective. Haven't you
ever wondered what life would be like on the other side of the gender
fence?"

Bernard stared at her. Was she serious? His mind continued to rebel
at the thought of having a pussy. It kept trying to grab the concept,
but it was like trying to grab a wet bar of soap. It just kept
slipping away. He felt the alien mound twitch between his legs.

Allison saw the look on Bernard's face. The cretin just didn't get it.
Whatever. She continued lying. "It's only temporary... sweetheart.
After a week you'll revert to normal! And in the meantime, we can...
experiment!"

The thought of inseminating a woman aroused Allison, her cock growing a
little more erect, but her disgust at doing so when possessed with her
current curvy body deterred her. Oh well, she thought, soon enough.
Soon enough.

Bernard voice raised. "A week?!? A WEEK?!? NO! CHANGE ME BACK RIGHT
NOW!" Allison winced, thinking of the other people in the dorm. "Shut
up, you idiot! I can't change you back! The spell takes a week to wear
off!" She pulled the red rock cock ring, now gracing her cock, off.
She started to dress.

"This is the thanks I get? Here I am, giving up something precious to
me - " (Yeah right, she laughed inside) " - and what do you do! Yell
and scream at me!" she put on her bra, and tucked her new cock into her
panties, and started pulling on her white dress. She strode over to
the door and opened it, feeling the solid weight of her new equipment
swinging between her legs, happier than she had ever been. But she had
to make this look good. She put on her angry face, and whirled around.

"Screw you, Bernard! Come see me when you've grown a little more
mature!"

"Wait! Allison! W-" The door to his dorm room slammed shut, leaving
him alone in the room. He hung his head, confused, upset and feeling
more alone than he had ever been before. Tears stung his eyes, and his
head drooped, the tears sliding down his cheeks, dripping off his chin,
and onto his belly, where they slid down to his new female mound.

***

Allison's angry voice, and the sound of the slamming door echoed
through the hall of the co-ed dorm, reaching all the way to the end of
the hall. Behind the door there, Amanda, who was in her room, lying on
her bed reading, peered over her book, a graceful eyebrow raising. It
Looked like Bernard was on the outs with his girlfriend again. She
sighed, thinking of the good looking, lanky boy. He seemed like such a
nice guy. A couple of times it seemed like he might actually ask her
out, but then his current psycho girlfriend had entered the picture.

Amanda didn't understand Allison. She had actually asked her - Amanda
- if she wanted to go out with her! Amanda was a bisexual, but
something about Allison, despite her amazing, smoking body, set off too
many red flags. So she had refused, saying she was straight and that
sex with other women wasn't anything she cared to try for, ever. The
refusal hadn't sat well with Allison, and soon after, she had started
seeing Bernard. Damn!

In truth, it had been a long time since Amanda got laid, not since she
had said a teary farewell to her lesbian lover in high school. There
had been a few guys since, then, and one woman, but they all turned out
to be flashes in the pan, the men only good for satisfying her
occasional craving for cock, and the woman was too insecure to form any
lasting relationship. Bernard, however, was different. She sensed
something truly good in him, and he was very attractive. His dark hair
was frequently tousled, and he had a broad back and shoulders.

Everybody on the hall agreed that Bernard, though shy, was a really
nice guy. The women appreciated his sensitivity and good grace, the
men knew he was a stand-up guy who could be counted on. Unfortunately
these traits worked against him as far as relationships were concerned,
most of the girls here were were inexperienced in love, and looked for
assertive, exciting boyfriends, not stable or sensitive ones. Amanda,
however, was a bit more perceptive than most, and recognized the
excellent qualities Bernard would provide as a steady boyfriend. And
so she had continued to hope that he would ask her out, laying down the
usual female hints that, as usual, were not picked up by the oblivious
man.

She sighed again, laying her book down onto her breasts, her mound
starting to twitch, her slit moistening. He really was a sexy boy.
Her hand crept down between her thighs, rubbing her mound through her
pants, feeling the twitch and throb of her vagina responding to the
touch, her labia swelling, her little bud emerging from underneath its
hood, coming out to play! And too bad Allison was such a bitch. She'd
do her, too.

She rubbed her mound harder, and in her hips, she felt her vagina swell
with arousal, its walls becoming slick. She sighed, wishing she had
more than just her hand to spread her inner walls, and thought, life
was unfair.

***

Some time passed before Bernard came back to himself. He glanced at
his bed clock and saw that it was almost time for his next lecture. He
thought about skipping it, but it was for a particularly difficult
subject. Although the alien, foreign slit between his legs continued
to terrify and paralyze him, his inner pragmatism reasserted itself.
"It's only a pussy... half the population have them... c'mon guy, you
can do this. It's only for a week!"

A *week*, his mind shrieked! He ruthlessly quashed the thought. He
had to live his life, he needed these grades, his scholarship depended
on it! Engineering was a hard degree to obtain, and it required
constant focus and work. It certainly wasn't going to wait while he
tried to deal with the little 'gift' Allison had forced upon him.

He got up from the bed and pulled the sweaty t-shirt off his head, and
cast around for some clean clothing, starting with something to hide
the curving alien mound between his legs! He could smell it, the smell
of an aroused female sex, rising from its still sticky folds. Having
it was a weird sensation. With his cock, when it was soft his mind
barely paid it any mind, used to its weight and the feeling of it
moving when he walked.

But his new vagina was a completely different story, his mind was
completely unused to it and so even quiescent he could still acutely
feel it. It was a very unfamiliar sensation, a vague feeling of
emptiness in his hips. It twitched as he thought about what would fill
it, and pale-faced, quickly put on a pair of boxers to hide it. A pair
of jeans and a button-up shirt followed. He shrugged into his jacket,
and looked in his closet mirror.

He examined himself closely. It looked like him, and although his
crotch lacked its reassuring bulge, it wasn't anything that would make
anyone look twice. Or would it? He tried squatting, and the denim
pulled against his crotch, clearly outlining a female vulva. His heart
raced, despite himself - it was an erotic sight, and he felt a slight
twinging in his hips.

Damn. He'd have to watch himself when sitting down, and keep his legs
together. He gathered his notes and stepped out into the hall, seeing
Amanda do the same down the hall.

Amanda stepped out from her room, her books piled onto one arm, and she
struggled to reach behind her to close her door. It closed with a slam,
startling Bernard who looked up the hall just in time to see Amanda
loose her grip on her books, causing them and her notes to crash to the
floor, and he heard her roundly curse!

"Let me help you with that!" Bernard called out and he came to her aid.
Amanda smiled. Such a sweet man! "Thanks! I think the prof's trying
to kill us, he's heaping so much crap on us. We'll either get our
spines crushed from the weight, or slip into a c*** from the boredom!"
She quipped as she and Bernard gathered up the notes. She couldn't
resist casting a glance at Bernard's crotch as he crouched down to help
her, and was surprised to see a curving mound instead of a masculine
bulge. She shook her head, strange how fabric bunched sometimes.



Bernard smiled back. "Damn tenured old coots! I wish I could have
their job. Set for life!" He gazed at Amanda's face. She was a
second generation Greek girl, and had a long and intelligent face, with
dark, warm brown eyes, similar to his own. Her olive skin was marred
by a spray of dark freckles, but they added character. He really liked
Amanda, she was sharp and intelligent, and not afraid to speak her
mind, but at the same time he could sense an innate shyness and
vulnerability in her that was very appealing.

He handed her the last of her notes, and as he got up, he suddenly
smelled the faint odor of a woman's aroused pussy. Shit! "...well, I
g-gotta go..." he stammered, and lurched off towards the dorm doors,
hoping to Hell Amanda hadn't smelled it!

Amanda watched him go, bemused. As he had stood up, she had smelled
the odor of an aroused woman come from him. I guess he and Allison
were really going at it, she thought sadly. That cunt's smell was all
over him. She didn't realize that the cunt's smell was now Bernard's.

Bernard stepped out of the dorms and started across the campus towards
the study hall. As he walked, he became aware of the inseam of his
boxers rubbing gently on the nether lips of his new mound. It felt
like a tickling sensation on his new labia, and caused his moist pussy
to twitch. He stopped, and tried to tug down his boxers through his
pants, and tried walking differently, stiff-legged, then bow-legged,
but the only result was to draw curious stares from the other students.
Flushed, he continued on, the tickling turning into an irritation, as
his vagina twitched spasmodically. He couldn't even walk without
running into 'female difficulties'! He made it to the lecture hall and
slumped into a seat, sighing in relief.

***

Allison was alone in her dorm room. Yes, she thought, yes!! It was
all working as the witch said! She had the most important part now,
his cock and balls! Their reassuring weight were gently nestled in her
panties, and it felt so good, so right! With this, she could complete
the transformation whether Bernard wanted to or not. Poor Bernard, she
thought, as she stroked her cock. It's not your fault. I wasn't meant
to be a woman, and you're just the poor sap who drew the lightning.

Now that she had his cock, she could proceed with the next steps. The
words of the witch came back to her.

"Once you have his male parts, dearie, it becomes a simple matter!
Once per day, you must tease forth his male essence, and drink it!
Every day you do that, a part of his masculinity will be yours! Within
a sevenday, you will be a complete male, and then you must lock the
spell, by spilling the male essence one more time, into the dear girl's
cunny!" Allison grinned as she recalled the witch's evil laugh.

She pulled the cock ring out, and idly flipped it in her fingers. What
an amazing item. After she had completed the transformation, she would
have to see about selling it. She was certain that there were other
women in this world who despaired about ever being able to thrust a
hard cock into a soft, yielding mound!

Allison looked at her packed bags. She figured she could bullshit
Bernard for perhaps another day or two, but then the jig will be up.
But she won't be here anymore. She had already made reservations with
a motel, where she planned to spend the rest of the week completing the
ritual. Then she would return, and fill Bernard's pussy with her seed,
making his body forever hers! Her cock twitched and started to swell
as she thought about it.

Enough introspection, she thought as she stroked her new cock, which
started to pleasurably swell. Oh god, she thought, this was heaven.
She loved the feeling of getting hard as much as she detested the
feeling of getting wet. But she laughed, and thought, it's Bernard's
lot now - as he was going to find out! Her cock became fully erect,
and she placed the talisman, the cock ring, over the hard shaft,
pressing it to the bottom. She then started to pump her cock with
gusto!

***

Bernard fidgeted in the classroom, trying to keep his focus on the
droning teacher below. He had picked one of the 'nosebleed' seats,
unwilling to let himself be surrounded by a hundred of his fellow
students. Not right now. But even in the nosebleed section, he found
himself flanked, a guy on one side, a girl on the other. Like him,
they were focusing on the droning of the teacher, trying hard not to
lose focus.

He shifted his hips, his thoughts returning again to the moist slit
between his legs. How the Hell did Allison pull it off? He tried, but
it was very hard to ignore the soft emptiness of his new mound. He
flexed his 'cock' muscle again, and felt his vagina twitch, the alien
sensation filling him with dread. He tried hard to concentrate on the
teacher again.

He shifted his hips irritably as he felt his vagina twitch again.
C'mon, he thought, focus! His canal twitched again, and Bernard was
unaware that moisture had formed on his inner walls, his new canal
becoming slick! Another twitch echoed through his hips, and he shifted
his hips again. Inside his jeans, between his male thighs, the female
arousal continued unabated, his male mind still not understanding the
alien sensations.

The droning continued while slowly, his little hood pulled back,
Bernard's pink clit emerging, swollen and round. His labia started to
swell, and they parted slowly, the slit between them moistening as his
honey started to flow down his new female passage.

A pleasurable throb suddenly distracted Bernard, who stared confusedly
at his groin. What was going on? It throbbed again, and Bernard felt
a curious wet sensation between his legs as his female cream started to
ooze out. Shit, was he peeing his pants?

"...unh," he moaned quietly, drawing a sidelong glance from his
neighbours, as his pussy suddenly throbbed hard! More female lubricant
slid out between his swollen nether lips and spotted his boxers.
Enough of this, he was going to find out what was going on. He
stammered apologies as he got up and gathered his things, his pussy
contracting pleasurably again. As he made his way past the girl on his
side, she wrinkled her nose, smelling a wet, aroused vagina. She
stared at the guy leaving the room. Naaaaah...

Allison grunted as her hand blurred, pumping up and down her thick
shaft! Wow! The sensation was incredible! The purple head was
completely swollen, and precum oozed from the tip. She started to
imagine her thick cock penetrating Bernard's soft, wet pussy, and her
eyes rolled up into her head as she moaned in pleasure. Her hand
dipped down, cupping her heavy, jism-filled balls.

Bernard reeled, trying to make his way down to the bathroom, his pussy
sending wet waves of heat through his body as it throbbed. "Are you all
right man?" a concerned student asked him, and Bernard had to restrain
a moan before answering.

"I'm fine..." he said, leaning against the wall, his vagina clenching
wetly. "Just a little tired!" The student gave Bernard a sidelong
glance before continueing down the hall, and Bernard, moaning, bolted
into the men's washroom, relieved to find it empty. His pussy throbbed
wetly, his inner walls lathered with female juices, waiting and wanting
a cock to wrap around! He felt an aching emptiness in his hips, and
became horribly aware of what his body was doing. He wasn't getting
hard, getting ready to spread his seed. He was soft and wet,
receptive, ready to accept spurting male cum! The thought made his
gorge rise.

He locked himself into a stall, and tore down his pants, revealing his
wet, feminine mound. He sat down, shaking, parting his thighs, causing
the alien sensation of his labia to popping open, revealing the pearly
cream trickling from his aroused, engorged vagina. His clit was
painfully swollen and starting to tingle, and his vagina continued to
throb and flex, as if contracting around an imaginary penis. He gasped
and moaned as his juices trickled over his sensitive lips and started
to drip into the bowl, not knowing how to deal with the alien pleasure.

Allison grunted furiously as her balls tightened against her soft skin.
So close! She leaned forward as far as she could, her erect cock aimed
straight at her face, and she opened her mouth. Her jism suddenly
burst out of the head of her penis, spraying in long ropes onto her
face! She adjusted it, and the cum started spraying into her mouth.
She swallowed greedily, the hot, salty nectar sliding down her throat.

Bernard's face suddenly tensed, as his felt his pussy suddenly clench,
squeezing out more pussy juice as his clit started to tingle madly. He
jammed his hand into his mouth and bit down as he felt the pleasure
crest, and then his pussy was releasing, thumping and flexing between
his legs, as he reached his first female orgasm! "Nuh...nuh...nuh!" he
whimpered around his hand, as he felt his canal contracting, the labia
twitching as his cream slipped out, dripping off his swollen folds.
His body shook in time to the rythmic thumpings between his legs, as
his mind reeling from the unfamiliar sensations!

He sighed as he felt the thumping die down. Oh my god, he thought, was
that what a female orgasm feels like? No wonder they were always
screaming when they came. But what the Hell? Why had it suddenly come
out of the blue like that? He removed his hand from his mouth, blood
welling up from the bite marks. He gazed between his legs at his
soaked mound, and was startled to see his skin suddenly change color,
smoothing and changing into a tanned color, his body hair pulling back
into his skin with a tingling sensation!

Allison wiped the jism off her face, and licked her fingers, trying to
catch ever drop. She smiled as she felt her skin coarsen, her body
hair suddenly becoming darker and thicker. Feminine fat suddenly
flowed away and vanished, and her body acquired a more masculine
profile.

Bernard stared, wide-eyed, as his skin noticeably plumped and smoothed,
adding curves and roundness where there was none before!
Disbelievingly, he rubbed his hands over his softening body. It felt
like he was stroking a girl's skin, but he could feel his hands roaming
over his body with a sensitivity he never had before. He felt a
tickling sensation, and watched as his coarse pubic hair suddenly
sparsened and lightened, becoming a triangle of soft blonde curls. He
rubbed his face, feeling the soft skin and female down of a woman.
There was no sign of his five o'clock shadow. Behind the fabric of his
t-shirt, his nipples pinkened, and wide areola formed around them.

"No...no!" He whispered. He had changed again! Oh god, what was
happening! Allison... she must have done something! He sat for a
couple of minutes, stock still, until he was convinced that no further
changes were going to happen. He didn't know where Allison was now,
but after class he would go back to the dorms and wait for her. Enough
of this! He was going to put an end to this! He cleaned up as best he
could, grimacing at the feeling of toilet paper rubbing his sensitive
mound.

As he walked back to class, he could still feel a slippery, sliding
sensation between his legs from the leftover honey in his canal. His
boxers rubbed against his still swollen nether lips. They were both
extremely foreign sensations, and made his heart clench in fear that he
might be feeling them for the rest of the week!

Bernard rejoined the classroom, slipping into his seat, lost in
thought. He tried to focus on the teacher again, but he was distracted
by the girl next to him. Girls smelled very nice, he had decided long
ago, and she was no exception. He breathed deeply, inhaling the scent
of her, the subtle mix of feminine odors causing his pussy to twitch
and throb as it received the confusing male signal to harden and come
erect. He smelled again, casting a sidelong glance at her seat. And
stared. She wasn't there.

He flushed. Fuck! He raised a soft, tanned arm and smelled. It was
him! He smelled like a girl! Screw the lecture. He gathered his
things and left to seek out Allison. The guy next to him closed his
eyes, caught up in a sexy daydream... he could swear he could smell his
girlfriend's pussy!

***

Bernard walked back to the dorms, his nether lips starting to feel raw
from all the rubbing. He understood now why women wore panties. The
softness of his new skin was distracting, he never realized how coarse
his clothing was. His nipples were becoming as raw as his pussy lips.

Angrily he stalked to Allison's room, and knocked on the door, hard.
"Allison!" He rapped again. "Allison!" In Bernard's room, down the
hall, Allison heard Bernard shout. Showtime, she thought, and started
twisting and pulling at her eyelashes. The pain started her tears
flowing.

"She's not there, dude," a student in the room across the hall called
out through the open door. "I saw her leave like a couple minutes
ago."

"Shit" Bernard said under his breath. He returned to his room, and
walked in. Allison was there, head bowed, sobbing. She was dressed in
a long-sleeved, clingy shirt, a short skirt, and tights. Her new
equipment caused a slight bulge to tent her skirt.

"Allison!" Bernard cried angrily, the door slamming behind him. "What
the fuck just happened! Are you screwing around more?" His voice
rose. "I fucking told you I didn't want to be a woman! Change us
back, NOW!"

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED!" Allison wailed, sobbing into her hands.
"Look at me! I look like a hairy ape!" She pulled back the sleeve of
her shirt, and Bernard saw coarse masculine hair. He stared at her,
seeing where she had hidden her new 5-o'clock shadow with face cream.
Bernard wilted, his resolve vanishing as quickly as his earlier female
orgasm had brought it. He slid awkwardly next to Allison and put his
soft, cream-colored arm around her shoulders. He gently hugged her.

"I must have messed up the spell," she sniffled. "I only wanted us to
switch our parts, but I think it's doing a little more." She turned to
Bernard, her shining eyes captivating him. "I'm so sorry Bernard."

"Uh...it's okay," Bernard said. "Spells are... tough? I don't know
anything about them. Is there any way to reverse this before the week
is up? Can't you talk to whoever taught you this?"

"No..." she said. "I'm pretty much self-taught." A stroke of
inspiration came to her, and inside, she grinned wickedly. "But I know
someone who can help!"

"Really? Who?" Bernard said, hope rising in his chest.

You stupid fool, Allison thought, I'm already looking forward to making
you squeal when I finish the spell! Her cock started to harden under
her skirt, and she rushed on.

"She's an old spinster my family knows. She's very wise, and I know
she knows something about magic.

"But she's very reclusive. She'll only see me, and she lives a day or
so away. If I leave now, I think I can have this stopped by tomorrow!"
Allison smiled at Bernard.

Oh thank god, Bernard thought. One more day. I can do this, just one
more day. He hugged Allison, relieved, but then suddenly stopped in
shock as he felt a hand rub his smooth crotch, and his pussy answered
with a pleasurable throb! He jerked back from Allison, staring at the
openly predatory look on Allison's face, and the tent on her skirt. In
spite of himself, the sight of Allison's covered cock caused his pussy
to throb again, and start to moisten.

Allison looked at Bernard's horrified face, and laughed inside. Not
yet, she thought, not yet! But soon. But it was fun to play with him.
She put on a disappointed face, and said "Awww. Is it really that
horrifying?" she tugged on her skirt, causing her massive erection to
be revealed, swaying between her legs.

Bernard started at it, his pussy twitching as it swelled and
lubricated, his cream starting to ooze down his canal. Oh no way. No
way was that thing going inside of him. The thought horrified him, but
the spell linked his body to hers, and his arousal matched hers, his
bud swelling and peeking out from beneath its pink hood, his labia
swelling and parting!

"It's okay Bernard," she said. "I can tell I'm not wanted. I'll go
now. Hopefully by tomorrow we'll both be free of this." She pouted.
"I'm suffering too, you know!" Standing up, she grabbed one of
Bernard's heavy textbooks, holding it in front of her, hiding her
erection. "'Bye Bernard," she said curtly. She stalked out of Bernard's
room, and relieved, Bernard watched her go, the door closing behind
her. The smell of a girl anxious for some cock rose from his groin,
and he nearly broke down. Just a little more... just a bit longer. He
crawled into his bed and lay there, trying to ignore the dying throbs
and twitches as his pussy disappointingly relaxed.

Allison returned to her room, and threw the textbook into a corner.
What a maroon. This was too easy. That bit about a witch was
inspired, she thought as she grabbed her suitcase and things. That
would allow her to disappear for the few remaining days necessary to
complete the ritual, and then she could return to finish the job. The
thought of Bernard on his back, screaming and squealing as she
penetrated her soft mound, made her cock stiffen again and she stroked
it, thinking, oh yes, very soon...

Back in Bernard's room, he whimpered as he felt his pussy engorge
again, his nether lips parting slightly, a pearly drop of his cream
flowing down his thigh.

***

Amanda watched as Allison drove off in her little green Hyundai. Where
was she going? She had watched her place a suitcase and a travel bag
into the back, her breasts quivering from the effort. Watching
Allison's body jiggling had made Amanda's pussy moisten, and she felt
her nipples tent out her babydoll. Really, it was too bad she was such
a bitch, because that was a fine body. She indulged in a bit of
fantasizing... yes... Allison's body truly would be a joy to suck and
fuck! Her pussy engorged, and she flushed. Damn! Those two sure
pushed her buttons. As she watched the taillights of Allison's car
disappear into the night, she wondered again what she was up to. It
was the middle of the week, courses were still ongoing.

She bit her nail, wondering how to best take advantage of her absence.
(Seduce and fuck Bernard) She tensed, warmth flooding her groin. No!
Bad libido, bad! She forced herself to relax, and felt her pussy
release and pulse weakly. What was it about that guy that made her
want to jump his bones so bad? A strange image popped into her head,
of Bernard's face on Allison's body, and she moaned as her pussy
tightened and grew even warmer. One of her hands rose to her chest to
tweak and pull at her thick brown nipples, while the other dipped
between her thighs, rubbing her erect clit with brisk strokes. Her
moaning turned into a panting, and soon she was screaming into her
pillow as her vagina throbbed and pulsed around her buried hand, her
canal flooding her fingers with cream. Oh god, she thought, those two
were going to drive her mental!

***

Hours later, Bernard stirred underneath the sheets, his body slick with
sweat, the remnants of a horrible nightmare still clinging to him. He
felt the sheets move over his soft, sensitive skin and felt the
emptiness between his thighs, and realized that the nightmare was all
too real. He wanted to go back to sleep, but his soft belly rumbled,
and he realized he hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. The late
night cafeteria would still be open, offering sandwiches to those
students studying late, so he roused himself and got out of bed. As he
did, her felt how sticky his crotch was. He grimaced in disgust and
resolved to take a shower after he ate.

We walked down the hall, wincing as his boxers rubbed against his poor,
aggravated mound. He'd have to do something about that. He bought a
couple sandwiches at the cafeteria, then started to walk back. Looking
up, he saw his friend Allan coming down the hall, a big grin on his
face. He tried not to scowl, but the last thing he wanted to do was
talk to anybody, least of all Allan. Though a nice guy at heart, he
was often brash, sometimes crude, and best interacted with when one was
not exhausted from the problems of suddenly acquiring female genitalia.

"Bernard! My man! Salutations!" Allan cried. "Been a while!"

"Yeah, since yesterday," Bernard replied sourly. "How's it going?"

"Awesome, man! You know that chick Felicia? I just totally plowed
her!" Bernard winced, but oddly, his vagina twitched. "She's such a
great lay! She moaned and screamed man, she was totally begging for
it!" His pussy twitched again, and he could feel it moisten! "When I
speared her juicy mound, I thought she would break my back with her
legs!" His pussy throbbed, hard, as if it itself had been speared!

"Y-yeah, that's great Allan. Listen, I gotta go. Studying, ya know?"
Bernard stammered as his pussy continued to moisten.

"Aw man, that sucks, well see ya," Allan said. "Oh wait! You know
that chick you like, what's her face, Anita, Anny..."

"Amanda?"

"Yeah, that's it! She was totally creaming in her room just now!"

Bernard sweated and felt dizzy and flushed. His pussy throbbed again.
"Creaming?"

"Yeah, you know, getting it on with herself! I could hear her moaning
through the door, she was really going at it!" Bernard thought about
Amanda, lying in bed, a slender hand moving through the dark curls of
her bush, parting labia wet with moisture, and delving deep into her
creaming passage. The thought was extremely erotic, and Bernard could
feel his groin ripple as it became wet!

"W-wow," Bernard said.

"Yeah, isn't that something! If she wasn't such a bookish nerd, I'd
put the moves on her," Allan said. "I'd better go too, Felicia's a
hungry one. Least her pussy's not hungry, leastwise not after the pint
of Allan I put in her!" Bernard's own pussy throbbed wetly, aching to
be filled as well. "See ya!"

Bernard watched Allan go, willing his tense, tight pussy to relax. It
was oozing cream, spotting his boxers. He started walking back to his
room, aware again of the slippery, sliding sensation of female arousal
between his soft thighs, the boxers actually contributing to the
arousal by rubbing the engorged lips. He passed by the laundry room,
and an idea struck him, and he peered in.

As usual, about half or so of the machines were in use. Hampers and
laundry bins sat nearby, unattended except for a guy who was slouching
in one of the seats, head thrown back, eyes closed, a walkman blaring
away in his ears. Bernard scoped the dryers, and saw one with a bra
pressed against the glass. Perfect.

Bernard nonchalently stepped in, opened the dryer and snatched three
panties from it in quick succession, stuffing them into the pocket of
his pants. He returned to his room, and sighed in relief. Good.
Nobody had seen him. He felt like a pervert as he dug them back out of
his jeans, and took a look at them. White cotton with red hearts.
Pink satin. A lacy, frilly pair of black silk. All three in a french
cut. He sighed. Could anything be further than his comfortable
boxers? At least they weren't thongs.

His pussy twitched between his legs, and he pulled off his jeans,
revealing his boxers, a wet spot on the front. He pulled that off too,
revealing his wet mound and its triangle of soft blonde curls. The
rest of his clothes followed in quick succession, and he shrugged on
his bathrobe, grabbed his shower basket and headed to the common
showers. It was a relief to not feel his boxers rubbing anymore, but
he could still feel the alien slipperiness. His pussy disappointingly
relaxed, his clit burrowing back underneath its hood, his labia
shrinking and folding back over his moist passage.

Bernard slipped into the hot shower, sighing in relief. The hot water
seemed to soothe him, cleansing away all his care and worries, making
him even forget, for a moment, of curving slit between his legs. He
winced, and turned down the heat. His smooth, cream-colored skin was
far more sensitive to the heat. He soaped himself up, trying to ignore
what soaping up his soft, smooth skin felt like. He hesitated, but it
had to be done. Best be quick - he quickly soaped the area between his
thighs, aware simultaneously of his hand sliding over a cleft female
mound, and of a hand sliding over his sensitive pussy, rubbing his
labia, causing his vagina to twitch.

His hand lingered on his slit, and almost without him realizing he was
doing it, he applied pressure. His female folds were still slick from
his earlier arousal, and the finger glided right in. He gasped in
shock at the alien sensation of penetration, but didn't pull out. He
leaned again against the shower wall, taking in the sensation much like
one would tongue a broken tooth. It felt so wrong, but it was
pleasurable, and he could feel his vagina gently twitching and
squeezing his finger. His finger felt warmth and wetness and the
incredible softness of a woman's inner passage. Gently he started to
move his finger, and gasped as his pussy suddenly tightened in
pleasure! There was a spot - yes, right there - where the pleasure
seemed to be magnified.

"It must be my g-spot..." he whispered, wondering. He gently slid
another finger past his folds, which were now wet with something other
than water, and started to scissor and and curl them, stroking that
sweet inner spot. His pussy was trembling and clenching, and he moaned
in pleasure. He felt a new sensation, something small but hard that
was swollen, begging for attention. His other hand left the nipple it
had been caressing and moved down, and gasped again as the questing
fingers encountered the swollen nub of his clit. Gently, in time to
the dancing of the fingers inside his vagina, he started to rub it.

The pleasure, a hot liquid sensation, flooded his hips and his back
arched. His nipples erected on his hairless chest, and he couldn't
stop moaning. God he hoped nobody could hear him. He knew he should
stop, it was wrong, but he couldn't - his body was calling the shots
now. His pussy started to to tense and cramp, and his rubbing
increased. Then suddenly it happened, and it was still so different
than anything Bernard imagined, very different from the male orgasm he
was used to. The cramping rose until his pussy tensed, and Bernard
could feel his fingers seized in a wet, velvet grip. The pleasure was
incredibly intense, and Bernard had to apply every ounce of his
willpower to stop himself from screaming! Instead of a spurting cum,
his pussy started to quiver, throbbing and kneading his fingers while
waves of pleasure washed over his body. He could feel the wet, sucking
motion around his fingers as he came hard, and then they were suddenly
wet as female juices flooded his flexing, thumping vagina! He trembled
and moaned as the pleasurable throbs died off, and he pulled his
fingers out. Even in the shower he could smell his female arousal.

Bernard sighed. It had felt good, but he felt guilty. Perversely, he
didn't really think of the vagina as his, but rather Allison's. As a
result he felt like he had taken advantage. Also, as pleasurable as it
was, it didn't feel right, and worse, he still felt horny. His pussy
was still wet and swollen, begging for more attention. Irritated, he
turned the hot water off, and gasped as the water quickly became
freezing cold. But it had the desired effect.

He rinsed, and toweled down. He was happy there wasn't anyone else
using the showers at this late hour. While it was easy enough to
conceal his curving mound, his smooth, tanned skin, so brazenly
exposed, would draw comments from the other men on the floor who knew
him. He slipped on his bathrobe again and returned to his room,
feeling almost normal for once. He locked his door, and slid between
his sheets, aware of a complete exhaustion. sleep claimed him almost
at once, his last thoughts, One more day...

***

He was between Amanda's legs, and she was squealing in pleasure as he
thrust into her hard, his cock driving deep between her slick folds!
One of her brown nipples disappeared into his hungry mouth, and she
moaned, "Oh god... Oh god! Oh! Oh!" His cock swelled inside her
contracting pussy, his balls tightened against his crotch, and he
started to feel his jism thunder up his shaft...

Bernard opened his eyes, panting. What a dream! His cock was still
erect... inside his hips? The events of the last day landed on his
mind like a hammerstroke, and he threw back the covers, revealing
cream-colored, soft skin. Between his legs, he could see a wet female
mound! It wasn't an erect cock he was feeling, but an engorged vagina,
its walls coated in pussy cream. His cleft was oozing his juices
between his thick, parted labia, and they had run into the crack of his
ass, forming a wet spot on his sheets. He moaned as his vagina
throbbed again, and he cupped his mound, trying to stop the aching,
empty feeling between his legs, a huge contrast to the throbbing
hardness of his dream!

Allison stared at the morning light out of her motel window, grunting
as her hand blurred up and down her thick cock, and ropes of semen
burst out! She aimed her spurting cock at her mouth again, and drank
eagerly of the jism.

"U...U...UMMMFFFFFFF!!!" Bernard had just enough time to clutch a
pillow to his face as his back arched and he came, his slick folds
throbbing and pulsing, his cream flowing freely out between his thighs,
enlarging the wet spot on his bed! His wet labia pulsed and twitched,
his swollen, pearly bud tingling as his canal flexed and contracted,
desperately seeking a male member to coax make jism out of, and
fertilize the dark inner recesses of his womb!

He panted as the flexing and throbbing died down. God, what an alien
feeling. And so messy! As pleasurable as it was, it was too foreign a
sensation to his male mind. He couldn't wait to return to his normal
self. A sudden stab of fear caused him to bolt upright, anxiously
surveying his sweaty body and the wet, relaxing mound between his legs.
For several minutes he waited, and with a sigh of relief, he saw no
change. Then why had he came? He flushed. The dream, of course.
While his female mound was unwanted, his male mind was still aroused by
it.

Allison stared at her body. Why wasn't it changing! No! She was so
close! Then she breathed a sigh of relief, and smacked her forehead.
The talisman! She had forgotten to don the cock ring! Fuck! She
glanced at the clock. She was spent now, but she'd do it again later.
And this time, properly. Bernard's body would be hers!

Bernard glanced at his clock. Good, he hadn't slept the morning away.
He had another lecture that morning, and he didn't plan on missing it,
misplaced cock or not. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and
got off, his wet mound leaving a trail of wetness on the sheets. He
cleaned himself up, and then looked at the panties that he had left on
his desk last night. He dismissed the pink satin and black lacy
panties as being slightly too girly, even given the circumstances, and
picked up the white cotton panties with red hearts.

He stepped into them and pulled them up, the soft fabric gliding over
his soft skin. He pulled them up over his hips and the panty gusset
clung to his mound, outlining it. He looked at himself in the mirror.
Just looking at them, one would be hard-pressed to guess they were
covering a man, just a thin-hipped woman. It felt comfortable, too
comfortable. But then it was doing what it was designed to do. The
thought made him uncomfortable, and he cast around for the rest of his
clothes.

He pulled on a pair of jeans, and threw on a shirt, and looked again.
Not bad. He wiggled his hips, and walked around. Good! The panty was
doing its job, protecting his soft, sensitive pussy. Hopefully he'd
only have to wear these for the rest of today. He wondered how his
balls would come back. He hoped it wouldn't arrive with a female
orgasm, he'd had enough of those already. He felt a gentle twitch in
his hips at the thought.

He gathered his things, shrugged on his coat, and left the room to
begin the day. As he left, he ran into Amanda, who was also on her way
to a class.

"Good morning Bernard!" she said brightly, smiling. Bernard drank in
her beauty before replying "Heya Amanda. Off to your mythology class?"
He thought about what Allan said last night, and the image of Amanda
flat on her back moaning came to him. He flushed and felt his pussy
clench, and drove the thought from his mind.

They chatted together as they walked through the green, the sexual
tension thick between them. With some regret they both parted for
their separate classes, moist pussies twitching between both their
legs.

***

Electric fields again. Uh. One of the most boring classes you could
take on this campus, Bernard thought, though he suspected some of the
liberal arts ones could be worse. Maybe if the professor actually gave
a damn, but once tenured most professors saw teaching as a burden to be
borne during actual research, and put little to no thought or
enthusiasm into it. Bored, he fidgeted, wiggling his hips, and flexing
his cock muscle. A muted twitch between his hips answered him, and he
sighed. What *was* taking Allison so long?

Miles away, Allison turned off the TV and gently stroked her cock. Ah,
yes... it started to engorge with a pleasing, swelling sensation.
Time to go again!

Bernard left the Fields class in a throng of his fellow students, and
wondered what to do. He had hours before his afternoon lab. Normally
he'd just return to his room and work on his homework, but he was
feeling nervous and antsy. A feeling of doom had just settled about
him, and he wondered, again, what Allison was doing. He idly glanced
outside the building windows to the quad, where a public bus was just
pulling up. Perhaps some lunch downtown, and a visit to the bookstore,
would help him keep him mind off things. He felt his vagina twitch
again, and he absently wiggled his hips.

Allison gazed in wonder, and lust, at the swelling python between her
legs. God she loved it! She continued to stroke the velvet shaft, and
tug and pinch on its head, enjoying the slow arousal.

Bernard ran toward the bus, hoping to reach it before it pulled out.
Nothing reminded him so much of his loss than running did, the feeling
of his penis and balls shaking as he ran was now completely absent.
Instead, he felt his pussy twitch again, but focused on the bus he
didn't notice the subtle but very foreign swelling between his legs as
his vagina began to engorge, lengthening and straightening to provide a
man's cock access to his fertile belly! Moisture began to form inside
his hips, to ease the way.

Allison's cock was rock hard now, erect and bobbing before her eyes.
She wondered what part it was going to be now. She hoped it was the
breasts, she couldn't wait to be rid of them! She took the talisman,
lubricated with a bit of baby oil, and slid it down her shaft, where it
nestled above her heavy balls. She resumed slowly stroking her cock.
She wanted to take this nice and slow.

This close to noon, the bus was filled to capacity, and Bernard was
forced to stand. It pulled out of the Quad and started to leave the
campus. Bernard's male mind was still divorced from the subtleties of
his feminizing body, so he wasn't aware of his moistening pussy, and
still unrecognizant of what the subtle, but frequent twitching of his
canal meant. Deep within him, the beads of moisture started
collecting, and pussy cream started to coat the back of his birth
canal.

Bernard looked around, scoping out his fellow students. His eyes swept
past a fellow engineering student, dismissed a pimply comp sci, and
raised an eyebrow in contempt at the double mohawk on what was likely a
fine arts student before settling on an attractive coed. She had long,
dark hair, and her slim hips and small breasts were packaged
attractively in tight jeans and camisole. He wondered what she would
be like in bed, and felt a pleasurable throb in his hips. He flushed.
Jeez, what was he thinking? It's not like you've got equipment you can
use on her, you moron! He felt the throb again, and behind the soft
fabric of his panty, his bud emerged from its hood, smoothly round and
swollen. His vagina was now slick with arousal, and his swollen labia
were becoming moist.

Allison stopped stroking her erect penis, and started to pump, feeling
the throbbing of the hot monster in her hands, her balls rising up and
down in her other hand as she did. She thought about the hot jism
trapped in her nuts, waiting to emerge, and moaned in pleasure. A drop
of precum appeared.

Bernard felt flushed and sweaty. He tried to take his mind off of sex
by reading the advertisements posted in the bus, but he was now
terryifying aware of the swollen, yet empty, feeling between his legs,
and the constant throbbing! Oh god, what was going on! It suddenly
clicked. Allison! She must have finally found out how to reverse the
spell! He felt a shocking sensation of wetness as female cream slid
out between his swelling, parting labia and spotted the gusset of his
panties. Oh man, it looked like his balls would be coming back along
with another fucking female orgasm! He closed his eyes as another
pleasurable throb emerged between his legs. He felt he didn't have
very long. He reached out and pulled the stop cord.

Allison was panting, her hand pumping, and had to stop for a minute.
Her arm ached! But then, she thought with amusement, she had been
doing a lot of snake wrangling lately. She shook her arm, and thought
that soon, she'd be letting a woman's pussy do the work of massaging
and stroking her cock! The thought made her start pumping again. The
sooner she'd have a full body, the sooner she could return to the
campus and show Bernard what a woman's lot really involved.

Bernard stepped off the bus, and watched it leave, his pussy throbbing
between his legs. He looked around, and saw a small strip mall nearby.
He started walking quickly towards it, the motion of his thighs causing
his labia to smear more juices onto the gusset of his panties, and a
thin line of his dew was now decorating the soft fabric. The throbbing
continued, unabated, and slowly, imperceptibly, his ass began to swell
and round. In addition to the wet feeling, Bernard felt the sliding,
slippery feeling that aroused women felt when they walked, and he
grimaced, but he had no time to waste.

Bernard reached the strip mall, and looked around for the washrooms.
There! He quickly walked towards them, unaware that his engorging ass
was now pushing against the rear of his jeans, which were slowly
tightening. He reached the restroom doors and was about to enter the
men's when it suddenly opened, and startled he stepped back as a man
stepped out. He bumped against the wall, and his eyes widened in
shock. The man said "Excuse me" and moved on, but Bernard didn't hear
him. He was still processing the feeling that his ass had contacted
the wall before his back had, bumping into it softly, as if a pillow
were wrapped around his hips! He looked behind him, and saw that his
back was curving into a rounded, swollen behind!

Allison grunted as she felt her orgasm approach. Below her, her
swollen female ass was slowly deflating, losing fat and becoming hard
and muscular. Her balls pulled tight against her crotch, and so much
precum was emerging from her cock it was flowing like lava down the
shaft, lubricating her hand and adding to the incredible sensations she
was feeling. On her chest, the areola of her nipples suddenly shrunk
in size, the nipples themself becoming smaller and more masculine!

Bernard moaned has his pussy clenched, hard, and more cream slipped
out, forming a wet oval on the gusset of his panties. He'd have to
investigate his ass later, right now, he needed some privacy, and fast!
He stepped into the bathroom, his swollen ass jiggling behind him,
swelling even more, his jeans now incredibly tight around him. He
stepped into the single stall, and felt his pussy clench wetly, his
panties saturated with his girl's honey, while his bud starting to
tingle! Oh god! Behind his shirt, his areola thickened, and his
nipples erected, enlarging and thickening into female nubs, the kind
that men loved to lick and suck!

Bernard struggled to undo his pants, even as his pussy throbbed and
pulsed sensually, the gusset of his panties receiving even more of his
cream. "UH!" His hips suddenly jerked, causing his hands to slip off
the button. "Fuck!" He tried again, but then "UH!" his hips jerked
again! The seat of his pants stretched even further with each jerk,
his ass growing rounder and more swollen!

Allison's eyes rolled back, riding the approaching crest of her male
orgasm. She didn't see her breasts lose a cup in size, shrinking from
a generous C to a B, and didn't register the tickling sensation as her
hair lost an inch in length, and subtly darkened in color from her
wheat gold to a more chestnut brown. She groaned in utter pleasure as
she felt her balls churn, jism flowing from them into the base of her
cock, which swelled from the sheer force of the cum rocketing into it!

Bernard struggled to open the jeans, but the button was pulled tight by
the pressure in his seat! He didn't notice his hair suddenly acquire an
inch in length, or change from his dark brown to a wheaty gold,
softening from a coarse male head of hair to a woman's luxurious locks!
He was completely focused on the drama happening between his soft
thighs, and didn't notice his chest subtly swell out, his female
nipples riding expanding girlflesh as he acquired jiggling A-cup sized
breasts! He moaned as the swelling sensation increased, his expanding
ass pulling the fabric of his panties tightly into his soft, creaming
mound and he yelped, the erotic sensations overwhelming him!

Allison shouted in pleasure as thick ropes of semen burst out from her
cock! She dipped her head and drank greedily from the spurting
fountain of her malehood, her cock spasming as it poured more and more
jism out.

Bernard panted frantically, his eyes darting, then moaned as his bud
started to tingle, his nipples fully erect and tenting his shirt, his
pussy clenching hard! "nnnnn...OH! OH! OH!" he cried out girlishly as
his pussy relaxed, and then thumped and throbbed, his slippery canal
rippling, pulsing, searching for a male invader to knead and stroke!
His hips jerked again, causing his new mounds to jiggle, and a loud
ripping sound filled the air as the seat of Bernard's jeans tore, and
through the rip white cotton fabric with red hearts could be seen.

"UHHH!" Bernard grunted, as his back suddenly arched in, and the rip
grew bigger, and with a final jerk of his hips, the seat of his pants
completely tore open as a soft, jiggling female ass pushed out, the
panties barely containing their rounded magnificence! The creaming
mound between his thighs was clearly visible, as was the large wet spot
on the fabric covering it!

Allison relaxed, licking the cum off her fingers. She got up off the
bed, and felt suddenly faint. The stress of the transformation had
exhausted her, but she had to see what had happened! She squealed in
glee at her hard, masculine ass, admired the change in her hair, and
laughed in joy as she hefted her now smaller breasts! Yes, yes, YES!
She returned to her bed and prompty fell asleep. Her balls and cock
ached, and she knew it would be another day before she could do this
again.

Bernard stared behind him, one hand slowly rubbing the alien softness
of his curving ass. It felt just like Allison's ass, but now he
experienced the feeling of a hand stroking his sensitive, generous
behind through soft cotton panties. He collapsed onto the toilet seat,
his behind cushioning his fall. He laughed hysterically - he didn't
have to worry about hard seats in the lecture halls now! He had his
own personal pillow! His laughing turned to crying, and he bent his
head, tears sliding down his smooth face. Between his legs, his wet
folds twitched weakly, the last drops of his honey soaking into his
panties.

Bernard suddenly froze as he heard the door to the bathroom open. He
heard the heavy tread of a man moving to the urinal, and the sound of
piss striking porcelain. Bernard remained quiet, and between his legs,
he could feel his labia slacken and close, his wet vagina relaxing, his
clit burrowing again underneath its pink hood. The cool air of the
bathroom emphasized the wetness of his mound, and he shivered. He
heard the man outside sniff suddenly, and heard him say, in a bass
voice "Excuse me? Miss? You're in the wrong restroom."

Miss? He almost started crying again, but instead choked out, "I'm no
girl!" The man replied in a startled voice, "Oh! Excuse me then... I
thought... never mind!" Bernard heard the sink run for a couple of
seconds, and then the man was gone, leaving Bernard alone with his
nightmare. No balls, and now, a female ass. Allison was screwing up
big time. He should have gone with her!

He couldn't stay in here forever, but he had to do something about
these jeans. Not to mention clean up. He stood up, and after some
trying, managed to get the jeans undone. He pulled them down over his
soft legs, revealing his soaked panties. He removed those too, feeling
them slide down over his swollen ass, his wet folds twitching in the
cool air. He felt his ass again. God, it felt huge! Absolutely
enormous! It wasn't, of course, it just felt that way to someone who
had lived his life with a tight and toned muscular ass. The layers of
fat, the soft, pale rounded flesh was all utterly alien to him.

He removed the panties and examined the jeans. The seat was completely
torn out, there was no fixing it. What the Hell was he going to do!
He couldn't walk around with his ass hanging out like that! Let alone
a full, jiggling female ass! He thought for a second, and an idea came
to him. He struggled into the jeans again, pulling them over his hips
and causing his rounded female ass to pop out behind. He buttoned them
up, and could feel the cool air brushing against his naked pussy
through the torn rip. He took off his jacket, and tied the arms around
his waist, causing the jacket's back to flow down behind him, covering
his ass. He looked behind him. Good. It covered both the rip and his
fleshy ass.

He grabbed the wet panties and stepped out of the stall. As he did,
the jacket tied around his waist settled down, pulling his t-shirt,
causing the fabric to rub over his new feminine nipples! Bernard
gasped as the erotic sensation shot straight to his groin, causing his
pussy to clench wetly! He raised a trembling hand to his chest and
became aware for the first time of the mild swelling of girlflesh
there, his thick pink nipples proudly outthrust, tenting his shirt! He