Warning this story contains vivid sexual content. I have
tried to make this all as authentic as possible. Enjoy!
The "Magic Bus"
BY DEMONN
James, Borel and Mckay were all good friends. They had been
friends for many years and each had contributed much to one
another. Mckay, being the far more confident of the three,
had often 'taught' the others how to deal with things in
general. Naturally, being the more confident of the three,
he lost his virginity first at the young age of 14. Borel
had soon followed at the age of 15. James however had never
quite gone all the way. But obviously neither could not
compare to the prowess of Mckay. Mckay was basically a
stud. Since he had lost his virginity he had done 'it'
every week or so. He was nearly perfect in all respects:
Smart, resourceful, athletic. Top of everything. Sometimes
this made James and Borel envious however they always
maintained a strong friendship.
I
Hi, my name's James. I actually like high school. Amazingly
I can really manage around here. Sure I don't have the
status of Mckay or the comedy of Borel, he really cracks me
up, but I can slip through the system. If I was forced to
describe myself, mind you I don't really want to. (But I am
a perfectionist so here it is.) I am 5' 11", 15 and a half,
brown hair, cunning, not really that smart, and I have a
sex drive that's through the roof - thanks to all the sexy
girls in the school. I often had an erection that was
exceptionally hard to conceal. And some of the girls had
made a joke out of it.
I guess that's kind of got you wondering about my school.
Well, it's a nice school apart from it's one of those
special, private schools. We're the poor bastards that have
to wear school uniforms. Though I must admit, those girls
who wear those sexy, short skirt uniforms are sort of
entertaining a little fetish of mine. Their gym uniforms
were even better and often I indulged in a little voyeurism
watching their 'sport'.
II
It was a Friday afternoon and many of my friends - Charlie,
Joseph and Sarden had gone off on some 'excursion'
somewhere. I had tried to drill the truth out of them but
the bastards didn't tell me where they were going. I was
quite pissed off but I made other plans anyway. Basically I
was going to spend my weekend watching TV and playing the
Playstation. It would be a good time. I wanted to invite
Joseph to show him a couple of my new sports games but he
was going somewhere as I told you before.
I had stayed late in school. The teacher had forced me to
stay in order to catch up on some work but I didn't really
mind too much. It was 5:30 when I got out and by that time
it had been pouring down for about 40 minutes. It was quite
strange. One moment the sky was a beautiful, crystal-clear
blue and then it was dark, foreboding and more to the point
- raining cats and dogs. That was some weird weather. This
was a bit depressing for me and I slowly trudged my way out
of the school.
Outside the school, at the bus stop, my two friends, Borel
and Mckay were waiting for me in the drenching rain. They
had both had some sort of commitment and so I didn't keep
them too long. They both told me the bus was late so we
decided to walk through a short cut.
III
I was a bit of a fool to listen to Mckay's advice and the
school bus speeded past us. This meant a long journey
through this terrible weather. Borel managed to suggest a
walk up the hill. Although it was a tiresome walk, it would
get us all home faster. So there I was, hiking through the
rain. Basically through a forest, trying to get home.
Luckily it was still fairly sunny and I managed to get
through Borel's route fairly quickly. Mind you there was
still a twenty minute walk ahead of us. So when Borel
pointed out a short, although he was notoriously bad with
his 'short cuts,' I decided to follow. Mckay took the front
and ran furiously. We all followed. He was quite carefree
although his jacket was drenched with water. I was the
complete opposite - I hated the stupid rain.
Anyway in ten minutes we were just about lost. All the
houses looked the same and soon we came to a dead-end. That
was just great. We had spent ten minutes on his 'short cut'
and here we were at a dead end. Mind you it was a nice dead
end as far as dead ends go. There were a few houses, all
lovingly looked after. The perfect suburban houses really.
It was completely quiet except the sound of the rain's
collision with the ground. It was a soft melody. Not a bird
or a single living creature was making a sound. Just rain.
Anyway things were getting nasty between us before Mckay
noticed that there was a bus just parked at the side. The
bus looked allot like a tour bus. One of those buses you
see loads of tourists sitting in.
We all hoped that the driver would take pity on us and give
us a ride. I have to admit the bus was a bit suspicious.
First of all the bus seemed out of place as if someone had
just created it out of thin air. Not only that but the
windows had a tint as dark as space itself and the steps
were awfully ominous. We all stepped on one by one and the
sight that greeted us was incredible.
Rather than a normal bus with a bus driver, all there was
were six girls sitting in the back. They just sat there
mute, staring out the windows. They all sat perfectly still
with complete and utter boredom etched onto their faces.
They were six private-school girls by the way. They all had
on the most exquisite uniforms possible. They had deep
turquoise jackets with a strange five pointed star
emblazoned on the pocket. They also had a bright white
shirt, which barely exposed their pointed nipples. A dark
blue tie, a very short turquoise skirt, navy blue
pantyhose, a green jumper/vest (which some of the more
'modest' ones wore), white socks and shiny black shoes
which were so shined they reflected the lights of the bus.
They were dressed impeccably.
Suddenly two just took off their jackets, jumpers and shoes
- leaving their breasts jutting out visibly under their
shirt and walked closer to us. We were profoundly shocked.
None of us has spoken a word since we had gotten on and
although we were drawn to the exit (which I realized was
closed,) eerily something kept us glued to the spot. But
soon when the two that had undressed slightly just stopped
and suddenly began giving one another deep, passionate
kisses, I didn't think any of us wanted to leave.
They soon caressed each other and were locked in the most
incredible kiss. Moans were coming from their lips, muffled
by their tongues. They were absolutely ravenous. Their
tongues were placed firmly down each other's throats. I
simply couldn't hide my erection. These two horny girls
just kept going, completely ignoring our presence. My organ
was engorged and desperately wished for some of the action.
I hoped to God they were heterosexual and they were just
teasing us with those kisses.
Very soon one of the girls who was sitting down oblivious
to her horny friends, she couldn't be over the age of 14,
jumped up with an "Oh, visitors!"
Other girls were about to stand up as well but she beat
them to the mark. She slowly approached me showing off her
graceful walk to the other girls. Her hips moved in perfect
unison with her legs and judging by the way her pelvis was
edging forward, she was adding a little seductive sway to
her butt. She was making a show for the other girls. It was
like some animal mating ritual and she had selected herself
as the winner. The other girls gave a piercing gaze as if
she violated some rule. They could barely contain their
bitchiness - they had lost me to her. It was fantastic to
feel this appreciated and desired. They resumed looking out
the windows waiting for something.
It wasn't until then I realized how beautiful these girls
were. They were nothing less than perfect nymphs. The girl
who approached me was exceptionally well endowed to the
point that they strained her shirt leaving those tell tale
folds in between. Her tie was nestled perfectly on top of
her two beautiful mounds underneath her soft green vest.
She had beautiful long, light-brown hair and finally she
had the deep blue eyes and face of an angel, she was so
innocent.
She was standing right before me, leaning forwards and
backwards with her two hands clasped behind her back. She
looked up at my face. (She and the others must have been a
good few inches shorter than me.) Waiting for some
response. I looked down at her but rather than meeting her
beautiful eyes with mine, I met her two large breasts which
jutted forward proclaiming her powerful sexuality. I was
profoundly shocked; none of my sexual experience had ever
prepared me for this.
I managed to stammer out, "Uh... Um... You girls are really
quite beautiful. Look at your bodies; I just want to jump
you right now."
I couldn't believe what I said. I sounded like a complete
idiot. I really just couldn't believe it. It was as if I
just told her the truth.
I continued, "I would love you to take off your clothes,"
My friends could barely suppress shock and laughter. The
other girls barely suppressed their schoolgirl giggles.
She replied, "I bet you're wondering why you're telling the
truth and why we're so beautiful... You want to know why?
Well we're *witches* and you're going to have the time of
your lives."
I laughed at that comment and she did too. I took this
opportunity to look straight down between her thighs and
right to her cunt. Sure she had a skirt and underwear on
but I stared intently at it as if my gaze would suddenly
rip off the offending strands of clothing. I looked at the
cushiony wrinkles of clothing wrapped around her soft,
captivating legs. Such a short, revealing skirt, I was so
close and yet so far.
I imagined just grabbing her right there, overpowering her
and having my way. I wanted to rip off her pantyhose and
just stick my 'you know what' right *there* and I wanted it
DESPERATELY. Soon it was not only I who was approached by a
beautiful girl but my friends too. Mckay had a dark blonde
come right up to him and Borel had a black haired beauty
approach him too. I was right, these girls had to look up a
bit to meet Borel's and Mckay's eyes.
They were perfectly short. I liked a modest height, it made
you feel like you were overpowering those petite female
bodies. Mckay stared working his charms but judging by the
blonde's eyes looked so admiringly up at his face. She
wouldn't hold out very long.
She came up to me and pulled off her jacket, shoes, socks
and pantyhose. The other two girls did likewise. She
teasingly put a finger on my chest and slowly moved it down
to my crotch giving out a big smile when she touched my
organ with the tip of her finger. Electric feelings slowly
made their way through my body.
Glancing over, she made a quiet comment to her two friends
who were seducing Mckay and Borel, "You're quite right. We
should have more fun like this more often." They all
giggled at that comment.
Although I was quite preoccupied now, I discovered that the
three girls at the back were all engaged in rubbing up and
down one another. Each were mimicking the act of sex. The
pain in my organ was excruciating. This was really quite
incredible.
The light-brown haired girl who was seducing me called
herself Stacey and by the way, she was really quite hot in
both senses. She said she wanted to talk to me more up
back. Of course I complied. I was only human. Mckay and
Borel had begun working with their girls up front.
We had walked to the back of the bus when Stacey had
mentioned that she was "feeling horny." And the way she
said it too, so pleasantly, so matter-of-factly. I was
completely shocked; no girl had ever put it to me like
that. The girls up back were still in the process of
ignoring us and were simply engaging in their sex-like
acts. I guess what they say about girls being constantly
horny was true. They were both two little horny bitches
even if they still had their clothes on.
They were rubbing up and down one another and the contact
of their clothes against their bodies must have been
arousing them significantly. They sure weren't modest or
inhibited by us at all, I can tell you that for sure! It
was almost enough to make Mckay blush!
I wasn't sure what to do, watch the show in front of me for
a little longer or get working on Stacey right away. But
instead I decided to just look through the window for a
second. They were completely steamed up courtesy of the two
girls making out. The rain landed softly on the roof making
a pleasant rhythm to which the girls in the back kept
moving.
Stacey and I sat down. I was really quite uncertain what to
do. I glanced at the general situation. Two horny girls
making love up back. One girl sitting quietly beside those
two. Two girls working on Mckay and Borel and one sexy
vixen working on me. I looked over her for a while. She was
absolutely gorgeous and I couldn't wait a second longer.
Her breasts were of a perfect, rounded shape. They were
incredible tits I could barely believe they could
physically exist. I could easily see them through her thin
vest even her nipples jutted out just a bit through a
jumper. That gave her such a naughty schoolgirl feel that
turned me on. It was awkward for a while as I stared at her
breasts, she seemed to enjoy it and she gave out the most
radiant smile showing her perfect white teeth. I smiled
back.
After a while of silence soon she could barely keep still,
she kept squirming constantly in her seat. She kept moving
as if there was some 'itch' I should 'scratch.'
She made soft little moans as she rubbed her ass across the
chair. She needed 'it'. I decided to take the first step
and it was a big one considering the circumstances. I
slowly slid my hand up her thigh, feeling the soft smooth
flesh, and into her extremely short and extremely tight
skirt. I suppressed the urge to fuck her brains out right
there. I heard the rumble of distant thunder and somehow it
relaxed me.
Stacey let out a satisfied, "Hmmmmmm" and I knew I was
successful.
Stacey was satisfied for the moment she asked me, " ould
you please go a little further?" I probed a little deeper,
softly brushing against her thin underwear.
Then for a few moments we just sat there staring into each
other's eyes. I quickly glanced over and saw Borel and
Mckay making similar moves. Then I moved back to Stacey.
God how she was beautiful, I could just imagine sticking my
hot throbbing cock into her right here and now. I decided
to give her a little more encouragement. I moved my eager
hand slowly under her shirt, brushing past her navel,
moving past her bra and caressing her soft breast. I then
moved it back down and into the skirt. Letting my hand
slide through the waistband of the skirt, I let it stay on
her lap. This left her shirt ruffled and untidy.
I then rested my hand on her underwear - the place so close
to her slit. I asked Stacey, "Do you want me to wear
protection?"
She answered back, "No need for that. Don't worry. When I'm
done with you we won't be wanting any protection."
That was great, I didn't carry around any protection with
me anyway. She gave a big, devious smile at that as if she
understood some joke I didn't. I smiled back.
Soon she pulled off her vest giving a full view of her
breasts barely contained by a pure white shirt. Her tie
looked like it was molded to her chest. That tie gave her
such a classy sexiness. Then she pulled off her skirt
revealing pure, silky black panties. She then slowly
started unbuttoning her shirt.
Stacey called out to her friends out back, "Alissa, come
over here. I think we should have a little fun together."
I saw an equally beautiful girl who was sitting silently,
stand up, I assumed she was Alissa.
Further back I managed to see the other two girls pout at
her leaving and then quickly resuming their imitation sex.
Now this was incredible, two impossibly sexy girls were
going to have sex with me. Stacey was just standing before
me in her underwear, ready for action. I had to wait a few
moments for Alissa though who slowly and slinkily slid off
her clothing. Stacey was the most eager and slid a finger
into the top of her underwear, giving me a sneak peek of
the flesh so very close to her 'honeypot.' She bought her
thumbs down quickly sliding off her sexy panties but
strangely not her bra, slid back first onto the seat and
lay there ready for me.
Alissa stood there waiting, almost annoyed that I wasn't
jumping on Stacey right then. I quickly took off my
clothes, and stood there stark naked for a few moments.
Stacey said, "You'll do alright, PLEASE hurry up."
She said it so confidently. She was resting on the seat
looking mind numbingly bored because I hadn't fucked her
right then. I moved onto her, prepared for some foreplay
but judging by her expression, I think she wanted it
straight away. My dick was firm and ready for action. I
slid my dick slowly into her pussy, which was tight with
anticipation.
It was a hard push but the slick walls of her cunt embraced
my eager cock.
I slowly began the movement up and down onto her. Soon I
began driving my cock into her with quite some force.
Alissa, by this time, had slid up onto my back and had
wrapped her thin girlish arms around me with all her
strength. She rubbed her pussy up and down my back,
contributing to the most powerful senses I've felt for a
long time.
Stacey was bucking up and down with my rhythm. Her long
hair was flowing all over the spacious seat and she felt
really tense, ready to orgasm. She gave some muffled
screams and then she screamed at the top of her lungs with
the most immense pleasure. I immediately deposited streams
upon streams of semen, with a satisfied male grunt, into
her willing pussy. I was the conqueror and she was all
mine. I would make sure this girl never left my sight. She
would become my... slave.
I lay still basking in my glory. God I couldn't imagine
letting this little bitch go. She could hardly get
satisfied. I smiled as I imagined what it'd be like after
we left this bus and she became my perfect girlfriend. She
could be the perfect little sex-machine. Whenever I felt
horny, I'd go over to her house and she'd relieve my load.
Whenever I left, I'm sure she wouldn't know what to do. She
needed me and I could discard her like some... object. I
looked into her eyes; there was still a desperate need
there. Perfect. But Alissa dismounted from my back and
stood behind me. Stacey, with her bra still on, slid out
from under me and stood behind me as well.
Stacey spoke, "Now here comes the fun part."
She sprinkled some weird dust on me. I just stood there,
uncertain what to do. But soon a very weird feeling came
over me and looking back to my friends yet again, I saw
they too had had some sort of dust thrown on them.
I looked to Stacey, "What was that?"
Stacey replied, "You'll see soon."
Alissa and Stacey laughed, and shared a weird looking drink
between them.
Stacey joked, "Horus sure knows how to have fun."
Alissa replied, "I hope Horus' potion works, it would be
annoying if we were left in these forms."
Now that was disturbing, I had never heard of anyone called
Horus. I looked back to them. It was VERY strange. If I
wasn't wrong, then they appeared taller, rather than their
very cute small 5' 5" frames. Furthermore it looked like
their breasts had reduced in size from their ample
quantity. Finally it looked like their soft beautiful
curves had changed and taken on hard angular qualities. I
looked in awe, there was definitely something happening as
I saw their breasts recede into their chests, their arms
gain sizable bulk, their legs gain muscle and their hair
moved back into their head until it was a short trim.
Soon they had well defined pectorals, big strong arms,
better than my own. Their abdomens took on a very male
form. Their waists moved outwards and their hips
contracted. Their sexy contours were all gone. Those arms
were hardly weak anymore and in fact had considerably more
muscle than I had. I felt so weak and afraid. When I saw
their pussies slowly rearrange as a dick pushed out from
each of them. I was completely traumatized. I was just
totally astounded. My perfect girl was gone.
Then things took a turn for the worse. I saw the bus get
bigger, just slightly and I noticed my viewpoint had
lowered somewhat.
Now the two new *boys* were massive brutes in comparison to
me. I felt like I had to strain my neck just to be able to
keep seeing their heads.
Stacey, if I could still call her that, spoke in a deep
voice, "Look it's happening."
I felt myself become weaker and weaker, I fell back into
the seat and groped weakly around my body. Although I
didn't have much body hair, I was shocked to find my body
completely hairless, except the hair on my head and in a
neat triangle at my crotch. I was definitely smaller now
and my arms and legs had lost the muscles that I had
previously. I was now like a pathetic little child.
I covered my eyes as tears began streaming down my cheeks.
Now I felt my small, tight little body re-arranging. My
hair started streaming out onto my back, my butt tightened
and smoothed out with a definite roundness to them. I
looked at my nails. They looked exactly like a girl's! They
were a pure red and perfectly manicured. I scratched at
them. Nothing came off. Nothing at all!
It was as if they were permanently stained red. Now there
was dark, pure inky black hair obscuring part of my sight.
I could barely comprehend it. Suddenly I felt a strange
pain emanating around my cock and sides. I felt my waist
pull in and my hips push out. I felt so... curvy, so...
voluptuous. I stared in horror at my cock. It was shrinking
quickly, in a few seconds it was barely bigger than a five
year old's and then it pulled back completely inside me. It
was as if my entire puberty had gone backwards. I felt
something internally re-arrange. Soon I saw a magical
shimmering around my crotch as something took form.
Very soon I had a moist, sensitive, vertical slit
surrounded by beautiful soft pubic hair shaped into a
perfect triangle. The tight, small slit of a teenage
virgin. There was one more thing to come. My body spasmed
and stood straight, my eyes fixed to my chest. Soon two
luscious breasts started pushing their way out of my body.
They were high and firm and they grew bigger and bigger
until they firmed out at a D-cup. I wished I'd seen breasts
like this on another girl because they were so perfectly
and beautifully rounded. I made a short feminine gasp.
No stone was left unturned. My voice was now the voice of a
teenage girl. The voice of a very stupid, bimboish teenage
girl. The kind which you would hear a girl say, "It's
like," "Totally" and "No way" from. No one would be able to
take my seriously again.
'Stacey' spoke out once again in her charismatic, deep
voice, "Wow, this is incredible. Now the final touch."
Stacey made a slight movement of her fingers and now the
bus' aisle was filled with soft pillows and a mirror was
fixed in the middle.
Stacey said again, "Take a look, babe. You're totally
sexy."
My eyes were fixed on Stacey, I had to look up a bit to
make eye contact but I had to admit she looked incredible.
That was something I couldn't believe, I had to look up to
see her eyes. Before she was a few inches shorter. If
anything emphasized my new weakness it was having to look
up to her face just to be able to see her. I looked down,
her rock hard cock was big, not overly so but still really
quite big. That huge erect shaft looked like it had one
purpose and one purpose only. My new slit knew that. It
started making some soft, sort of numb feelings.
She looked like a 16 year old stud. Now that was what sexy
was about. I looked at her rock hard chest, strong arms
which could wrap themselves around my small body. I looked
at her magnificent, manly legs. Up to the thighs and I
rested my view on her throbbing cock. I stared at it, that
huge thing. I was so impressed by his cock dangling between
her legs. I let my mind drift off to how I would lick its
tip playfully and... I tried to think normally again. But
looking at it, I couldn't resist, it was fantastic, so
long, so very proudly erect. Breaking my view with it but I
just couldn't, I was transfixed with that sight.
I thought back to the image of the two girls making out at
the back. I couldn't feel a thing. I cleared my thoughts to
get a better 'grasp' of my female feelings.
I was letting my female mind and female hormones take over.
God it was incredible and I felt terribly horny just
looking at it. I felt a strong tingling in my new slit,
which made it seem as if this body only knows too well what
to do. I put this down due to the disorientation of being
turned into a girl. I liked girls, I wanted to fuck girls.
Damn, I was lying to myself. That huge dick needed release
and I was the only one capable of doing it.
God that thing was huge and so perfect. How could I have
thought take a slit was beautiful before?
I looked in awe at that massive cock, I wanted to worship
it, admire it. I just wanted to get down on my knees,
lightly suck on its tip and...
I banished that thought from my mind. My slit was only
going to serve one purpose as far as I was concerned and
that wasn't aesthetic. I suppressed the thought but I had
to admit I felt more sexually aroused then when I first set
eyes upon that perfect angel *girl* version of Stacey. This
was a bit worrying because I was totally horny then. A
warmth and a kind of dreamy feeling of absence took over my
crotch. I fought an internal, mental battle. I was
screaming for my slit to stop making these feelings but it
felt so light and beautiful like it was meant to be filled.
It felt like a soft, spongy dream. It needed that massive
thing in it. I didn't care what was causing these feelings
as long as they wouldn't go away. I momentarily thought
this was wrong. I was still a guy wasn't I? In mind at
least? She had such incredible and well-toned muscles.
I slowly licked my lips in anticipation. Stacey said, "Ah.
Here first put these on. You'll look great." She threw me
over a string bikini and a bikini bottom.
"I love seeing girls in uniform. Ha, ha, ha."
I complied and slid on the thin material. I struggled with
the string but Stacey took it for me and tied it into a
pretty bow. If I was a boy now and I was looking at my
skimpy back I don't think I would be able to resist giving
*me* anal sex right there. Judging by the tightness of the
bikini bottom around my ass, which felt like it was two
sizes too small, every boy would be able to see every sexy
move of my ass cheeks. Even walking normally would give any
boy a hard-on.
It felt... sexy, so very sensual and so revealing as if
Stacey could see me naked even with it on. I slowly moved
forward to the mirror, tears rolling down my cheeks and my
hair disheveled. I sniffed and began trying to hold the
tears back but my female emotions were taking control. I
was acting so totally female and I'd only been one for a
few minutes.
I couldn't help it and so I looked back. I saw Borel and
Mckay, now female, both getting fucked up the arse and...
loving it. They were screaming with ecstasy. I hoped that I
wouldn't suffer that same fate. I walked to the mirror and
I looked at it. What was reflected back was the sexiest
13/14-year old girl I had ever seen.
She had well-developed breasts framed perfectly in the
clingy bikini, the sexiest, roundest curves anyone has ever
seen and she was brimming with youthful vitality and had a
perfect light tan all over. It was me. What a beautiful
sex-kitten.
I could barely call the former Stacey and Alissa nymphs now
because I was far better then they were. I thought back to
their naked bodies and how it felt to penetrate them. I
frowned; I still couldn't feel a single thing. I thought to
my body and how sexy I would appear to me if I was a boy
but I couldn't feel any arousal. All I thought was how sexy
my 'bod' looked and how I'd be able to make a fortune
modeling with this body. I looked at the reflection of my
beautiful round face.
"Look at her hair, it's so incredibly messy. Here."
With that Stacey waved her hand once again and I saw my
hair reform into a beautiful long silken locks cascading
down my back. I felt it tickle down right down past the
string on my back that held my bikini precariously together
all the way right down onto my bottom and finally tuck
neatly inside the bikini bottom.
"That was a nice touch, but I don't want to have to do this
all the time." She waved her hand again. "Go on, try to
mess up your hair."
I moved my hands through it, pushing it everywhere and as
soon as I did, the sooner it moved back into position,
cascading once again onto my back but this time lightly
tickling my butt through the outside of the bikini bottom.
"Actually I like the disheveled look after sex, it makes
you feel like you accomplished something." She waved her
hand again and I knew that my hair was free once more. "One
more touch, this one definitely permanent."
She waved her hand once again and I saw my face become
beautifully made up to a perfect blush. "Absolutely
perfect. I do very good work." They both laughed at this
joke. "Now the best part. Come on Alan let's get to work.
But first let him see what he'll soon mentally become..."
I looked to see Mckay lightly kissing his former dark
blonde haired girl, who was now a hunky blonde haired guy,
and nibble his ear.
Mckay giggled and said, "Come on hot stuff, Can you buy me
some more clothes. I love wearing these like bikinis but
it's kinda breezy with all this rainy stuff."
He gestured around the bus, stating the obvious. His new
*boyfriend* replied under her breath, "Fuck we made you
stupid."
Mckay said, "Thank you" to this assuming it was a
compliment. (Damn she WAS an idiot bimbo.)
She stuck her tongue down the former boy's throat as a way
to get her stupid mouth to stop talking and he moaned with
muffled yet intense pleasure. He pulled down her pants and
got on his knees. I couldn't watch any more. I looked away
horrified.
Whatever happened I would never let these *boys* control me
so fully.
"Don't worry too much yet I don't think we'll have to
change your memories like the other two. I've got a good
feeling about you."
She ripped off my bikini and bikini bottom. They fell
beneath me in shreds. I automatically moved to cover my new
private parts and I felt so cold and weak. I shivered,
feeling so violated and useless. I was nothing but a
fragile, unimportant piece of meat. I stared up at them
with fear in my gigantic eyes. They were predators and I
was their prey.
I accidentally let my hand slip from covering my breasts
for just a moment. They both had the most gigantic smiles
on their faces. Blushing furiously I sat down and tightly
crossed my legs together, obscuring my breasts from their
sight with crossed arms. Normally I wouldn't be able to
cross my legs, but with this new absence *there* it seemed
the best way to stop them violating me. Forget calling it
'violating,' it was the best way to stop them from fucking
the hell out of me.
My defiance had little effect on their huge erections
pointing upwards ready to 'win' their little piece of
'flesh'. I could tell they had primal lust in their eyes.
Stacey gave a slight whistle looking me up and down.
However when I looked back to those well-toned hunks who
stood there lustfully staring at my perfect body, strangely
my nipples became erect with the thought of them making
love to me and I felt a shiver go down my spine.
Stacey raised the stakes a little; she took her strong hand
and lightly brushed it up and down between my thighs until
they were nearly up to my moist, new slit, coaxing them to
come apart. Slowly they drifted apart, ready to accept
their new role. I quickly realized what my body was doing
and I quickly shoved my legs back together.
I slowly got up and turned around planning to walk down the
pillow covered aisle to the exit. My mind was racing with
conflicting emotions. For a few minutes, I almost felt like
I wanted to be raped by these sexy beasts. But I started
walking, slowly. I walked for a bit and only a few feet
away were my former friends, I dared not look at my former
friends, I couldn't bear seeing them so completely
different. But then I suddenly felt something brush past my
behind. It felt so relaxing and beautiful. The brushing
action was so light I thought it was my hair moving slowly,
swishing past my behind. I slowed down and then stopped.
Soon it was pushing past my butt cheeks and slowly inwards.
I let out an "Unnnnh," thanks to this new sensitive body.
First it was just its tip but soon it was moving further
into the recesses of my new female body. I knew what it was
by now and I felt its firm length fully push in. Soon I
wouldn't have a tight, virgin female ass but I would have
become a 'real' female opened up by a man's dominant
length. By the masculine moan behind me I knew it was the
new Stacey.
I was terrified; I was getting fucked like some horny bitch
up the ass. My butt cheeks clasped together so hard I
thought it would crush her cock. Her cock kept pushing
though and slowly made its way deep inside. Her pace began
quickening, lubricating the insides of my ass. It began
easier and easier for her to push her entire length
through.
Stacey said, "Admit it James you like it up the ass."
I gave out a very soft, "Hmmmm."
She whispered into my ear, "I've got a fun idea." Soon I
felt that I lost internal control.
I felt my bladder fill up and then a steady stream of urine
move down my legs.
I blushed uncontrollably. The yellow liquid trickled down
my legs. She smiled at her power. She was the conqueror
now.
"On second thought, I want a clean girl."
I suddenly felt my body move beneath me and then I found
myself having a warm deep shower, somehow magically created
on the bus including tiles and a drain and even though it
wasn't connected to anything, the shower was running a warm
refreshing spray. The soft spray felt wonderful on my tits
and rolled down my soft flesh.
I felt wet, wild and ready for sex. These female thoughts
were taking over. She walked in and shut the curtains
behind her. By this time the thunder was roaring outside
and rain was hitting the roof of the bus incredibly hard. I
could barely hear the soft gurgling of the shower. She
moved her hands onto my breasts and started rubbing. Her
strong hands were so subtle and sent electric shocks
through my body. She slowly caressed my body and moved
outwards onto my hips and then centered in on my newfound
sex organ. I was screaming internally but it felt
fantastic!
I whispered softly, "Mmmm, don't just hold... m.m.m.m...
me." (God that huge, masculine body felt good stuck up
against me) The next part I said very slowly out of
embarrassment, "Fuck me."
Stacey pretended she didn't hear. I blushed and said in a
slightly louder voice, "Fuck me."
She moved her hand slowly and rhythmically across my pubic
hair and teasingly towards my lips but never that far. I
gave out a moan of pure amazement. She embraced me fully,
bringing her cock into contact with my pussy. She held me
firmly right next to her body and I simply moaned in
pleasure by some carnal instinct. Her rock hard cock was
pushed right up against my pussy but it never entered. She
just kept rubbing its length up and down between my tight
thighs. I felt a frustrating absence, which would
desperately need to be filled. I attributed this all to
female hormones or some strange dream, which soon I'd wake
up from.
I secretly thought, 'Why doesn't she just fuck me? This
waiting is killing me.'
I just couldn't control myself. Soon the shower dissolved
and I was back in the pillow filled aisle of the bus.
Stacey had a devious glint in her eye.
She pushed me onto the pillows on the floor and I laughed
at that because I knew I'd get a little more fun. "Alan
come here and let's show her what sex is really about."
Alan moved over.
I stifled a giggle and then said, "*You'll* do. Now fuck
me." They both bellowed with laughter.
She was less muscular then Stacey but definitely very
athletic and her big cock was a bonus. "I'll take her from
behind, you move onto the front."
I was terrified I couldn't believe I was going to get
fucked again... and worse I thought I'd really enjoy it. It
looked like they'd take it in turns. I felt my heart race.
Now I was about to feel like what it was for a girl to get
truly fucked. I presented my butt and Stacey pushed her
well lubricated length in my butt again. Sliding it slowly
inwards and outwards again and again, I couldn't believe I
had never had sex this good.
"Stacey," I spoke, "Don't cum too fast, I want this feeling
to last."
I had only been doing it for an hour or so in total and now
I knew had to be a hundred times better to lose your
virginity as a girl, especially anally. She kept sliding,
making my butt firm up and grasp its length. She took it
slow now and kept a steady rhythm. Now I licked my lips
because the new Alan would take me. My vagina tensed and
tightened with my overwhelming sexual need. I had to get
fucked!
My vaginal walls kept rippling in anticipation. Soon my
slick, eager and wet vagina was dripping wet with juices.
Some dripped downwards on to my thigh. I lay on my side and
they both came down with me.
Now Alan slid her huge cock inside me and pushed deep into
the slick walls of my eager pussy. Suddenly my old mind
came flooding back. I peered over my large breasts, through
the valley of cleavage and gained occasionally glimpses of
the space between me and the *boy's* sweaty chest down to
my dickless patch. A dick was rapidly pushing right inside
my abdomen inwards and outwards, inwards and outwards. I
could see *my* vagina embrace each powerful stroke of his
dick. The realization finally dawned upon me. This couldn't
be happening to me! This wasn't some dream that I'd wake up
from or some porn film I was watching. This was actually
happening to me!!
THIS 'VAGINA' WAS *MINE*! She was fucking me!
SHE WAS FUCKING ME! In fact BOTH OF THEM WERE FUCKING ME!
It was crazy, some guy's no a *girl's* dick was pushing in
and out of *my* vagina! The powerful length kept pushing in
and out, in and out, with such a quick, unforgiving rhythm
I only got brief glances of her cock impaling my cunt. Each
time I saw the length disappear, completely engulfed, just
to re-emerge again. It was like some vile intruder forcing
itself inwards, further and further, violating my very
being.
How I had turned around. Just a few minutes ago I was the
penetrator, winning my little prize. I was the conqueror
not the conquered!
Weakly trying to push her off me (accompanied by some
feeble girlish sounds, how pathetic I sounded), I gathered
the strength to shout, "Stop FUCKING ME! I'm not a fuck-
machine. I'm not some teenage nymphomaniac. I'm a boy. A
boy. Please Stop!"
I began squirming back and forth but I could barely wriggle
thanks to being connected to the *boys* by my cunt and ass.
Each pushed harder into me to stop me moving. This slowed
my struggles until I helplessly lay limp, letting them do
whatever they wanted to me. With each thrust of their cocks
either my ass or cunt was propelled forwards. I remained
still but my pelvis was being pushed back and forth between
my two *partners*.I sobbed helplessly feeling my fragile
body shunted forward with each thrust of these invincible
transgressors. I felt like I was being raped. Boys couldn't
be raped. This was impossible and this feeling of
impossibility was overwhelming. First I screamed in horror
and tears came flooding back to my face, making a long
stream, which ran all the way down to my cleavage, but then
I felt the internal movement deep within me.
The long shaft was quickly dragging itself through me
bringing my moist vaginal walls bringing it to a dripping
wetness, constantly lubricating his length more and more
with *my* wet juices and pushing so far so I could almost
feel it inside my stomach. It was filling the inside of my
body filling a terrible longing deep within. It was inside
me. A sexual energy and warmth engulfed my body. Soon my
screams of pain became short punctuated screams of
pleasure. At first they were soft, obscured by the sounds
of their male pleasure but soon my screams were
overpowering theirs. This shaft was satisfying my need to
be filled. Her huge cock pushed deep into the end of my
vagina filling the entire space.
"Give me more!" I screamed, "Make my vagina cum!"
It was such a strange experience. My vaginal walls rippled
and pulsed thanks to the sexual penetration.
"Come on Alan. I thought you were a *boy*! Come on you can
do better."
I kicked my sexy legs and screamed. I wanted more. I needed
more. All she must have felt of my attempt were the futile
kicks of a fragile, feeble little girl. I kicked harder and
screamed higher.
"Fuck me. I need it. I'm a girl, fuck me like the horny
girl I am!"
It was pure bliss as she pushed that massive thing deep
inside me until it felt like it was engulfed. They both
started ramming with all their strength right into me.
"Twice at once," I commented, "This is the way girls should
be fucked!"
After a few seconds of maintaining their violent thrusts, I
quietly commented to myself, "I'm sooo horny," not
realizing it was what Stacey had told me before.
It was so damn long pushing in deeper and further until I
could take it no more. I was about to scream with a
multiple female orgasms when Alan spoke, "Stacey, I'll take
it alone from here." Stacey moved away and I was left
connected to Alan.
I was annoyed with the disruption; I wouldn't get any more
two way action. I pouted in Stacey's direction.
I said through clenched teeth, "Hurry up Alan, my cunt is
waiting!"
We kept glued together until she dismounted and pushed me
up onto the seats. She pushed me higher than her so I was
on the armrest. I guess she did it so she would be pushing
her cock in at an angle. I loved trying new positions and
she had to push her dick slowly inwards in so she could get
higher and higher on the seat.
The shocks were seizing nearly my entire body.
With each powerful stroke deep into my pussy the more I
slid up the seats until finally I came to rest with my
beautiful behind sliding up the hard, cold glass of the bus
window. It left an imprint of my butt cheeks, contrasting
with the steamed up glass. I gave out short screams every
time she entered me with her powerful length.
Alan commented, "You're my fuck-machine now."
I knew she had read my mind and was talking about before. I
could only give out a soft, "I know." before quickly
getting back into the rhythm.
Steamy beads of water coursed down my ass. The tiny beads
slowly trickled down into my crack giving me a bit of a
rush in this female body. It felt like I was one of those
sexy models who men would drool over. With each push of his
cock into my pussy, my ass pushed back flat on the hard
glass. My back was arched upwards, my beautiful silky hair
hung about my face. I quickly brushed it behind my ears.
With each explosive push of her cock I was pushed into the
air. My ass kept pushing up and down the cool glass. She
had to stand to continue and yet she continued her powerful
strokes. My tiny feet tensed and even my beautifully
manicured toenails pointed up thanks to her powerful
flexes. I had to push my ass out and stand on my tiptoes to
continue. All this flexing of my small muscles made me feel
even hornier. My butt now was covered with beads of water
from the condensed glass giving my butt a sexy sheen like
on models' posters. I was wet all over thanks to the
humidity and my sweat and I must have looked so totally
fuckable like those models.
"Fuck me harder!" I screamed out. She pushed deeper and
deeper seeking his goal. "Harder!"
I screamed again. She began pushing up into my unyielding
cunt with force. I couldn't keep it any longer and in a
second I was screaming out in pleasure. I thrust my pelvis
forward as the pressure climaxed. I was frozen in place
until she shot her bucket-load of semen straight into me
and I could feel it move within the walls deep inside my
pussy. The cool liquid swilled around in my pussy,
gradually leaking out on the seat. All my energy was sucked
out of me and like some limp doll I slowly slid down the
glass' wet surface letting my butt trail downwards slowly
coming to rest on the seat giving a squeak as I gradually
came down. Even my ass trailing on that window sent shocks
through my sexy female body.
Exhausted, I lay there smiling in the knowledge of
satisfying this powerful, sexual boy. His lust for my body
was unquenchable and I lay there still, my arms
outstretched, my ample bosom moving up and down with my
heavy breathing. We weak females can't keep up with boys'
physical endurance. Smiling with the satisfaction of the
greatest fuck of my life wanting more. Even with my female
horniness I couldn't compete in these sexual Olympics
forever.
I looked absentmindedly outside. But rather then stare at
the beautiful streams of rain surrounding me, which slowly
formed muddy pools on the ground. Or contemplate my very
strange turn-around from horny guy to very horny girl. I
looked at my gorgeous reflection. I thought that I looked
so sexy with those streams of sweat glistening on my face
and with the sexy little pants of pleasure I gave out. I
was the perfect female. Young, fit and ready.
Alan stood up. "You're a good fuck babe. A real good fuck."
I blushed and politely thanked her for the compliment.
After all she deserved it. She gave me a devious smile. She
entered my momentarily satisfied cunt once again. I knew
what she wanted to do, I wrapped my arms around her and she
lifted me up without even using her hands. She supported me
purely with her powerful cock. She smiled and motioned to
her friends showing off his feat. I gripped him with all my
strength holding onto him out of fear and ecstasy. She let
me float off the ground connected to him like this for a
minute and then she pushed me off back onto the seat.
I fell back, flustered. My pussy was still tense and begged
for more but I saw Alan was satisfied and so I sat quietly.
I didn't want to annoy such a good lover with my silly
girlish comments. I stared in awe at my big, strong lover.
She was so clever and she was entirely mine. As far as I
was concerned I would be her eternal slave as long as she
serviced me like that every day.
Stacey, who had been nothing more than a spectator for a
while, and telling by the huge bulge in her pants, she
loved spectating, now spoke again, "Alright now girls I
want you all to go down to the back and wait there like
good little girls should."
I saw Mckay and Borel pout with the sadness of their
separation from the two *boys* who were giving them the
fucks of their lives. They soon kissed their *boys* (who
couldn't compare at all to my Stacey and Alan. That served
those greedy bitches, I had two boys and they only had
one.) goodbye. I glared back at them when they looked
lustily at my Stacey. Then we all complied and walked
slowly down the pillow covered aisle, we kept an icy
silence between us. I know I was particularly graceful,
swaying my hips slowly and just putting a little extra
wiggle into my butt.
I looked at the back. I saw what I expected, the two girls
who had been getting us into the mood before by making out
in the back were now two very happy and horny boys (having
looked on me and Stacey making love.), waiting for some
form of action. They were sitting there awaiting us. But
instead of fucking us three straight away they stood up,
one waved her hand and magically the seats in front rotated
so they were facing the back seat. The back seat
transformed and became plush and red, like some playboy set
or something. We arrived down back. They all had the same
kind of fantasy. Sexy young teenage girls for sexy young
teenage boys. We were all around 13, 14 and each of us was
fairly short with beautiful full breasts. We soon were all
smiling with the memories of our being made love to.
"Alright, now it is time to entertain you two boys up
back."
The *boys* took up the front row seats facing the backseat.
Stacey waved her hand. I felt a wave of confusion come
through my mind.
I felt a shift in my very consciousness but I was still me.
The female me. But before where I thought I was a
heterosexual girl, now I felt like trying anything. Even
though I thought those other two *girls* were bitches I
felt horny when I looked upon their sweaty, glistening,
naked bodies. We were all sitting, still naked from our
bout of sex, cooled by the slight, rainy breeze from
outside.
One of the *boys* had opened a window to try and make our
nipples stand up. I crossed my legs firmly, not wishing the
two spectators to see my body. I loved the feel of my
female thighs tightly squeezed across one another. I must
admit if the new boys wanted to push apart my legs right
then and there they easily could, I probably wouldn't even
try to resist. But my sexy little body was entirely the
property of Stacey and I would try to maintain my chastity
for her.
We all noticed that the cold had made our nipples stand
out. I couldn't help giggling and soon the other two were
joining me. I played around with the new Mckay's nipples
and got a little moan out of him. We both giggled when her
pointed nipples stood erect for a long time. He was
obviously hornier than I was. Soon I was caressing his soft
breasts and taking my finger and pulling it down towards
his tight little pussy. I didn't want to penetrate and
teasingly I pulled away just in time.
Soon Mckay was spreading his legs, just a little bit so
there was a small space between his thighs and then I
slowly mounted onto her curvy thighs, letting my legs
dangle at her sides. I was sitting on her legs with my butt
cheeks nestled between her legs. So I did the natural thing
and started mimicking having sex. I pushed forward my pussy
so it came in contact with hers and started slowly rubbing.
Both our pussies were massaging one another and I stared
deeply into the *girl's* eyes.
I couldn't believe it was Mckay. Mckay uses to be such a
muscled stud with such an incredible sex drive. If he was
still male, I wouldn't be able to resist jumping in with
him right now. God how he'd changed. Those sexy full lips
giving out such deep feminine moans, those eyes... eyes
which now are as clear as crystal water, that absolutely
perfectly rounded face and that full dark blonde hair.
Mckay never had such beautiful blonde locks. All he ever
had was a full black rich head of hair. (God how I wished
he was a man again. Then we'd show each other what
friendship was all about.) The two boys in the back were
sure enjoying the show. I could tell because I kept turning
my neck to take quick backward glances to take a look at
their bulging crotches.
I have to say that I was showing off for those two, hoping
to get them to join in. Despite my sexual desire for the
female Mckay, I felt a strong absence down *there*. I
ignored the feeling and soon we had worked up to an
exciting pace. I barely stifled my screams of ecstasy as
our pussies came in contact with one another. The pressure
building was intolerable and I pulled my legs inwards,
interlocking them with Mckay's. We both made frustrated
sounds - we could only mimic sex not actually do it. Stacey
made her magical wave again, I instinctively got up and sat
down. We were all suddenly clothed in skimpy bikinis
exactly like the one I was in before.
IV
We sat patiently looking silently at our boyfriends who
were sitting up front speaking of various intelligent
things, far outside the realm of us stupid girls. I felt
inferior to them but at least I could latch onto to Stacey
who'd protect me from now on. Stacey stood up, looking
impressive with her arms rested on her masculine hips. She
was so strong and powerful, I was in her complete control.
That rock hard chest was completely visible through her
tight, black shirt. That sexy hunk was all mine. I could
never leave her now.
I stopped thinking wen she began to speak, "Alright girls I
guess you should learn now. We are warlocks and we had
allot of fun with you." The bus began moving, despite there
was no driver. "We have the most powerful magick and serve
a great demi-god."
She paused and then continued, "Furthermore we've got a
little task for you..."
Although I had the deepest admiration for my better -
Stacey, I couldn't help but look outside as stars and space
stretched before me. It was kind of like that 2001 film as
various effects flashed by. I couldn't ignore Stacey any
longer despite the magnificence of outside and so I
listened again:
"...and thus you will be serving our entire school. Oh and
by the way if you're thinking about a certain possibility.
Let me say there are no such things as witches, only
warlocks. So you won't be learning any magic, which
means..." Even I could put two and two together, she
continued, "...you'll be our wenches. We mighty warlocks
need our sexual servants. The Demi-god has excellent
accommodations for you."
The bus came to a halt and we skimpily clad girls stepped
out and looked upwards in awe. A magnificent mansion, no a
palace, stood before us. It was rather shocking to see a
kind of wormhole or something connected straight to its
entrance. Behind it was a smaller but still incredible
structure with columns, which looked a bit like the White
House only more classical.
Stacey pinched my thinly covered behind, to which I
giggled. She was my master. She was so much smarter then
me. I had to bend my neck backwards in order to stare
upwards to look at her face so I could feel the awe and
deep respect that I felt for him. The six boys walked
behind us forcing us to keep going forward. Soon we had
walked on the marble slabs towards the White House like
building.
Stacey commented, "Amazing isn't it, this entire region has
been crafted especially by our demi-god. Look beside you,
look at those pulsating walls, amazing beauty is it not. It
is the very edge of the dimension. Oops almost forgot. Our
uniforms."
Soon they were all magically clothed in their turquoise
green uniforms again, just this time they were the male
version of the clothes. I looked at the 5-pointed star on
the pocket. Beneath the logo the writing read, "Schoole of
the Elite Warlockes".
Stacey impressed me once again, "There are only fifteen of
us Elite Warlockes, magic isn't for mundane *girls* like
yourself."
I acknowledged that, she was right. We were standing
outside the building and a large golden plaque proclaimed,
"Palace Of Change - School of Warlocks".
Stacey resumed, "A few of your friends have come across our
main palace and they too have become sexual slaves although
they'll serve far more 'customers'."
I felt a rather strong breeze come across and I shivered,
unprotected by the swimsuit's thin material. I looked over
at my nipples jutting through the thin bikini top, through
my valley of cleavage to my navel.
My abs looked great and although I felt cold, it was worth
it to look this beautiful. Stacey led us through a huge
arched doorway and inside through a long corridor. We
walked for a while coming across a large white door
labelled, "Entertainment". Stacey paused here for a moment
and then pushed open the doors with one hand.
Stacey gave a sort of puzzled expression, "Oh, you don't
have to wear that *all* the time. Take off that swimwear."
We complied, took off our clothes and stood there stark
naked waiting for our next command.
"Here put these on."
On the bare marble floor, the uniform of a very short
turquoise skirt, turquoise jacket with the same logo on it
but with the writing "Sexual servant" beneath instead, dark
blue pantyhose, turquoise vest, white shirt, white socks, a
dark blue tie and those shiny black shoes.
I thought about the words, "Sexual servant". Most women
would have felt degraded by this but I knew my place. After
all boys were intrinsically superior to girls. Besides if I
didn't what they wanted I'm sure I wouldn't get the same
*attention* I got before. We picked them up and slid them
on. I loved the way it felt on my naked female skin and I
especially loved how the short skirt showed off my
pantyhose clad legs. It was kind of a *new* fetish of mine.
We walked through a second set of white doors labeled
"Servants' quarters"
All six boys left, talking about their magical studies. The
servant's quarters was composed of beautiful exotic
curtains and pillows strewn all around the floor with a
large window at the back. It looked like a perfect Arabian
fantasy.
We all lay down exhausted; it had been a long day. I lay
with my breasts pressing into the pillows. I rubbed my cunt
up and down the pillows, which swished my skirt around my
beautiful legs.
Mckay finally spoke up, "I wish Carl was back."
We all let out a sigh courtesy of the memory of our
lovemaking. Our boyfriends had left us and wouldn't be back
for hours. I sat still for a while, not knowing what to do.
What could I do whilst my Stacey wasn't here? She was
everything to me. I was nothing without her. Things had
changed so much. I could see our future together, we could
always have sex and he'd organize everything for me. I
wouldn't have to concern myself with anything but serving
my 'master'.
I lay back, my prominent breasts pointing towards the
ceiling, my beautiful little butt lying on the cushions. I
let my hair flow back, pouring onto the pillows like water
and I smiled basking in all these recent memories of the
bus.
I just looked back at my new body, my new breasts, figure
and most of all, my vagina, which contained that special
clit and that empty feeling that gave me so much pleasure.
It tingled with the thoughts of sex. It was allot more
responsive than my dick used to be and even the slightest
suggestion of sex made it feel soft and ready to be filled.
I thought of the absence in my crotch and sighed.
Soon Stacey re-entered, waved her hand and left. I felt my
waves of *memories* come flooding back. I remembered being
a girl... but I also thought I used to be a boy in high
school... I'm not sure. Then I thought back to last summer.
I remembered lying back on that beautiful Californian beach
working to get a tan. I remember lying on my front on a
soft beach towel. I was wearing my two-piece suit, which
really showed my breasts and cleavage to the sexy guys who
came past the front of me on the beach. Of course I
remembered them having to sneak a look, they all made up
excuses. I giggled and laughed thanks to all the attention
that got me.
I remembered letting the thin material of bikini bottom
ride into my butt giving all those sexy boys who passed
behind me a good look. It often made me aroused to know all
those boys were lusting after me. I lay there for hours,
getting a tan and feeling that constant familiar warmth in
my crotch basking in the knowledge that all those boys were
lusting after my little 'honeypot' and knowing all the
girls that past me gave me dirty looks. I had to be a girl.
That whole bus thing had been a dream. I remembered my
long-time boyfriend Stacey offering me a job offering allot
of fun. That was how I really got here. Not some bus. That
was just a dream. Stacey slowly opened the door. He smiled
and walked forward.
He made the magical wave of his hand again.
I felt myself change again, I became weaker and more
fragile, I retained the same height but felt my breasts
grow further still, though my nipples shrank and so did my
areolas, I felt my ears twinge with pain and I became
pointier. My clothes all ripped off. A magical effect I was
sure. I stood there nude for a few seconds before a very
sexy and clingy green shirt pulled onto me. It fixed onto
me and felt like a second skin revealing my small nipples
prominently sticking forwards. It wasn't difficult at all
to see through it! And I felt as if my breasts were going
to push through and rip the weak fabric. Then a short green
skirt came up onto me and hugged my hips. It was so tight
around my thighs that I'm sure if I sat down with my legs
apart Stacey would be able to see in between my naked legs
right to my cunt. That gave me a warm feeling all over
knowing that not only Stacey would get a kick out of that
but in the knowledge of being underwear-free.
I walked over to the window and looked at my reflection. A
sexy, Elven female stood before me with her mid-riff
exposed. God this thin green silky material looked good on
me. It showed off my curves perfectly. I moved my hands
slowly down across my silky smooth body down to my firm,
round ass. I loved being this Elven girl. I spoke a few
words, my voice was now a soft, seductive tone. Still like
my teenage girl voice but more... nice. I made a huge
smile; I couldn't wait to give my boyfriend the time of his
life.
I sat down in my cute little pose. I sat with my legs so my
knees were directly in front of my face. Then I clasped my
arms around my bent legs. I softly bit my lip I thought
back to that bus dream I had. Why did he have the strange
habit of making me call him Stacey. Stacey wasn't a boy's
name. I shook it off, Stacey was always right. Stranger
still, why did he so obsessively write TG stories after
each bout of sex? I remembered seeing them after each bout
of sex we had.
Why would he be interested in that? Although I had a TG
dream I wouldn't see why I'd ever want to be a boy
especially with me looking like this. And I couldn't see
why that sexy hunk Stacey would ever want to be a girl. I
jokingly made a pout at my reflection to pretend I was
unhappy with this body. But I really was excited.
Stacey read the girl's mind, 'Troublesome wench.' He
thought, 'I had to simplify things for her a little. It
wasn't too hard to give her such sexy memories. Of course
it was necessary to lower her intelligence a little bit.
Now whenever she sees me she'll feel a familiar warmth in
her crotch. Oh, and she'll never think of being a boy
again.'
This stupid girl, Jamie, giggled. Then she spoke, "I feel
so free with no underwear," she giggled again, this time
exclaiming "Ohh, that feels so good."
Stacey was confused and asked, "What do you mean?"
She explained, pointing to the thin, breezy material
nestled in between her legs, "Some of the dress
accidentally went into my cunt and it felt sooo soft and
good."
Jamie let the thin material brush against her thighs and
swirl around her cunt. She slowly picked the offending
material out which was now moist with vaginal fluid. And
slowly bought her pointed finger to Stacey's chest. Stacey
smiled and then they began after a few moments of mutual
longing. Her nipples tingled and her vagina readied to be
occupied with its characteristic emptiness and wetness, his
cock hardened into a stiff rod, ready to take advantage of
the wench. Stacey loved this *new* *girl*. They were about
to go through so many different positions, so many
different poss