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The Fairy Godmother Returns
By Morpheus
I let out a long sigh took a look back towards my school as I
left for the day. However, it wasn't the school itself that I was
staring at, but a hot girl who was leaving at the same time... in
nearly the opposite direction.
Sheila Case wasn't exactly the hottest girl in school, but she
was definitely within the top five. Personally however, out of all of
the girls in the school she was at the very top of my list. She was the
girl that I wanted... more than just about anything.
Like me, Sheila was a senior at our high school. Sheila was about
5 foot 8, with creamy skin, long black hair and a figure to die for.
She even had about a half dozen small rings going through one of her
ears, giving something of a wild edge to her appearance.
However, it wasn't just because of her beauty that I was drawn to
Sheila. There was something about her. She was just about always nice
to all of the other students, not seeming to think that she was better
than everyone else like some of the other pretty girls did.
But at the same time, I somehow had the feeling that she was a
bit lonely. I don't know why I had that feeling, but I did. She always
had lots of friends around, just like any of the popular girls did. And
she had a number of boyfriends, though none of them seemed to stick
around very long.
And yes, I had a thing for her... a big thing. But unfortunately,
she wasn't interested in me. I was just Brian Roberts, an average 17
year old classmate. Hell, I was so average that I was almost invisible.
About the only thing about me that wasn't average was my weight, which
was just a little above.
At least I didn't fall into the old clich? of Sheila not even
knowing I existed. We had several classes together and had even talked
once or twice. She was nice to me, but no more than she was to anyone
else.
With a sigh, I shook my head and continued the short walk home,
my thought still lingering on Sheila. I was sure that if she gave me a
chance, that she would like me. Then again, I wasn't handsome or
popular and knew that the chance of that was slim and none.
As I slipped into yet another of my daydreams of making love to
Sheila, I sighed, "Man, I wish Sheila liked me like that..."
Suddenly, I felt something strange in the air, sort of like
static. But it seemed stronger. Then it happened. One instant there was
absolutely nothing in front of me except for empty sidewalk, and the
next there was a woman standing there.
The woman was quite pretty, looking to be in her early to mid
twenties. She had blonde hair that was pulled back into some sort of
bun, but the most noticeable thing about her was her clothes. She was
wearing a pinstriped gray suit and a fedora type hat which made her
look as though she was dressed up as an old 40's gangster for
Halloween.
"I heard yer wish," the woman announced, "And I'm here ta grant
it for ya."
"Who the hell are you supposed to be?" I blurted out to cover my
surprise, "Alice Capone?"
For a moment, she stared at me in surprise, then smirked, "Alice
Capone..." She grinned, "I like that. Yeah..." Then she gave me a
steady look before continuing, "But no... da name's Molly... and I'm
yer fairy godmother. And like I just said, I'm here ta grant yer wish."
Now I was the one who stared at her in surprise, wondering if she
was some sort of mental patient or something. Or maybe she was just
trying to play a joke and mess with my head. However, I couldn't ignore
the fact that neither of those things explained the way that she had
suddenly just appeared in front of me.
Before I could demand to know what this Molly was really up to,
she reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a cigar. She didn't
even look at me as she put it into her mouth, where it spontaneously
lit itself. All I could do was stare in surprise as Molly took a drag
on her cigar, then blew out a stream of pink smoke that somehow smelled
like perfume.
"Look kid," Molly stated, taking a puff on her cigar, "I ain't
got all day. Ya made a wish to get up close and personal with that
dame, so let's get it over with."
Then almost forgetting for a moment that this was utter nonsense,
I gasped, "What? You mean you can make Sheila love me?"
"Love?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Fergetaboutit. I'm a fairy
godmother... not God. And I ain't that dame's fairy godmother
neither... I'm yours. And that means that I can't really do nothin ta
her... only you."
I let out an "Oh," of disappointment, then reminded myself that
this wasn't real anyway. There was no such thing as fairy godmothers or
magic wishes.
"Tell ya what I'm gonna do though," Molly told me with a bit of a
smirk, "I'm gonna change ya into this dame's dream lover. That way, she
won't be able ta resist ya."
"You've got to be kidding," I gasped out,
But Molly shook her head, "I never kid..."
And with that, Molly took another long drag from her cigar, then
blew the smoke out right at me. However, to my surprise, the pink smoke
continued to pour out of her mouth, streaming out without any sign that
it was ever going to end.
As the pink smoke completely surrounded me, I was overwhelmed by
the scent of perfume. It was everywhere, both the smell and the pink
smoke. Then I started feeling extremely dizzy and light headed. I had
to fight just to keep my balance.
The smoke all faded away within a minute, but as it did so, I
suddenly became aware that I felt strange... really strange. It was as
though my entire body just felt... wrong. And as I looked down at
myself, I nearly screamed.
"Holy shit," I gasped out, my eyes going wide in shock and
disbelief.
Growing right out of my chest was a nice big pair of boobs. I had
boobs, just like a girl. However, that was only my first impression,
followed quickly by several more similar ones. A single glance was
enough to reveal that it wasn't only my chest that had changed, but my
entire body. Even my clothes.
"Holy shit," I repeated, staring down at what seemed to be a hot
girl's body. I had nice round boobs, a thin waist and long shapely
legs. My whole body looked female... and hot. Very hot. "This can't
be..."
"Well how bout dat," Molly mused, looking somewhat amused as she
looked at me. "I guess that dame a yers is inta girl on girl..." She
shook her head, "Never woulda guessed it..."
"I'm a girl," I gasped in shock.
Molly smirked, took a step towards me and poked my new boobs,
"That is what these usually mean..."
"But I can't be a girl," I gasped, then I thought about Sheila,
"How can I get Sheila to..."
"Ain't ya figured it out kid," Molly sighed, "I already told ya.
I turned ya into that dame's dream lover..."
For a moment, I just stood there, staring at Molly, then down at
myself. "Dream lover," I whispered, gulping. If that was true... then
Sheila was a lesbian... I felt my heart crush at that, realizing now
why none of her boyfriends had ever lasted very long at all. Maybe
she'd only dated them for show in the first place.
With a groan, I looked down at myself again. It was only after
giving a quick look over my entire body that I really took in my
clothes. I was wearing some kind of blouse that left my stomach
exposed, showing that I now had a pierced navel as well. I was also
wearing a skirt, nylons and even high heels. HIGH heels. Stilettos to
be exact.
"I'm wearing high heels," I gasped, just as stunned to realize
that I didn't feel at all out of balance in them. I took several steps,
still not losing my balance at all. Somehow... I actually felt
perfectly comfortable walking...or at least standing in those heals.
Without a word, Molly handed me a hand mirror, one with a fancy
silver metal handle and frame. Where she got it from I had no idea. Nor
did I bother worrying about it.
The mirror was too small to show a whole lot, but it did seem to
show a bit more than I would have expected for such a small mirror. And
for a moment, all I could do was stare blankly at my reflection. I now
had a girl's face to go with the body. A very beautiful girl's face,
with long reddish blond hair to go with it.
"Look kid," Molly commented as she took a drag on her cigar, "Let
me give it to ya straight..." She frowned, blowing the perfumed smoke
out, "I know this ain't whatcha expected... and yer gonna ask if I can
change ya back. No can do."
"You can't..." I started, earning a glare from Molly who
apparently didn't appreciate the interruption.
"Listen... ya made a wish... I granted it." Molly gave me an
intent glare, "It's what I do. And da rules state that ya gots till
midnight..."
"Then I change back to normal," I gasped, a smile forming as I
remembered the old Cinderella story.
"If," Molly pointed out, "da wish has been fully met..." Then she
smiled and added, "But since ya wanted ta get up close and personal
with this dame and yer now her dream lover... that shouldn't be a
problem."
While I was trying to absorb all of this, Molly took a step back.
She adjusted her hat, gave me a wink... and then suddenly vanished,
leaving nothing behind except for the pink smoke that had come from her
cigar.
I stared at where Molly had been standing, and then down at
myself before finally letting out an, "Oh shit..."
For a minute, I just stood where I was, feeling completely
shocked and confused as I tried to absorb everything that had happened.
I mean, in the space of just several minutes, I had discovered that
magic was real, had a cigar smoking fairy godmother come to grant a
wish, discovered that the girl of my dreams was a lesbian and of
course, been turned into a hot looking girl myself.
"I can't believe this," I groaned. Unfortunately, with the new
boobs poking out of my chest, not to mention everything else, I didn't
exactly have a lot of choice.
Of course, with all of that happening, I was in shock. I was
wearing nylons and high heels... I had boobs for God's sake. I reached
down and poked at them just to prove the point.
However, when I remembered what Molly had told me, I let out a
faint sigh. I would be back to normal at midnight. All I had to do
was... I gulped, blushing at the thought. All that I had to do was have
sex with Sheila.
"One hell of a strange cure," I muttered to myself. But a moment
later, I couldn't resist grinning, "Like I wouldn't do that anyway..."
With that, I took another look down at myself, wondering if this
was really what Sheila wanted. Molly had assured me that it was, and I
had no reason to doubt her. It was strange to think that Sheila was
into girls. And a bit heartbreaking as well.
"Then this really will be the only chance that I'll ever have
with her," I whispered, knowing that I'd have to take it, even if it
wasn't the only way of changing back to normal.
I hesitated only a moment more, taking another look down at
myself before I started walking. I figured that since school had just
let out, Sheila was pretty likely to be at Big Mike's, a diner, arcade
and local hangout for a lot of the popular kids. Such as Sheila.
It didn't take me too long to get to Big Mike's, and I made a
hell of a lot better time than I would have imagined wearing those
stiletto heeled shoes. Fortunately, and not to mention strangely, those
shoes didn't seem to slow me down much at all.
When I reached the door for Big Mike's, I paused, feeling
extremely nervous. And though it was strange to admit it, even to
myself, I was excited as well. The very thought of actually being able
to get close to Sheila was extremely appealing... even if I had to be
someone else to do it.
Then I went inside. I stopped again, just a few feet inside,
slowly looking through the place until I spotted her. Sheila was
sitting at a table with another girl, one of the other 'top 5' in the
school. But of course, in my personal opinion, she didn't really hold a
candle to Sheila.
As I stood there, trying to decide my next move, one of the
football players from school went up to their table and started talking
to them. A moment later, the other girl left with him, leaving Sheila
sitting there alone and looking a bit depressed.
Seeing my opportunity, I took a deep breath and hurried over
there. And before I chickened out, I slid into the now vacant seat
across from Sheila, silently hoping... praying that Molly had been
right about me being her dream lover. If not... I was in for one hell
of an embarrassment.
"Um... hi," I greeted her, blushing a bit at how daring I was
being.
I never would have been if it hadn't been for Molly's assurance.
And even then I wasn't completely positive. However, as soon as I saw
the look on Sheila's face, my doubts evaporated.
"Um... hi," Sheila responded with a nervous smile. She licked her
lips absently, her eyes scanning me as she was obviously checking me
out. And it was just as obvious that she really liked what she was
seeing.
Though I was a bit embarrassed, Sheila's reaction encouraged me.
"I'm Bri... Brianna." The girlish name sort of slipped out the instant
I realized that Brian just wouldn't do.
"Sheila," she responded, taking another look at me before
cautiously saying, "I don't remember seeing you around here before..."
"I'm... new here," I told her, not exactly lying since my current
body was new. Then I took a deep breath, "I saw you sitting here by
yourself and thought that I'd come over and say hi..."
"New to the area and trying to make friends?" Sheila asked with a
smile.
I nodded at that, and since I was playing the role of newbie, I
asked, "So, what do you do around here for fun?"
With that, Sheila began telling me, though what she told me
didn't really matter to me. Nor I think did it really matter to her.
What did matter was that we were talking... and more importantly, that
we were together.
Sheila and I continued talking for awhile, though I couldn't
quite remember what we were talking about. I was more interested in her
melodic voice and deep beautiful eyes. And slowly, our hands crept
closer to each other across the table until the moment they touched.
Suddenly, Sheila blushed a bright crimson.
"Do..." Sheila took a deep breath, "Do you think I'm pretty...?"
"The prettiest," I answered honestly, "You're the most beautiful
girl I've ever seen."
We both sat there in silence for another minute, holding hands
across the table. I was feeling pretty nervous as well as pretty
excited. And it was pretty obvious that Sheila was feeling pretty much
the same things I was.
Finally, Sheila smiled hopefully and asked, "So... you want to
come see my house?"
Of course I said yes, before that moment only having been able to
imagine that I'd ever get that invitation. It was a pretty short walk
to Sheila's house, and I was bursting with excitement by the time we
got there.
"You look fantastic in those heels," Sheila told me at her door,
blushing a bit as she said it. Then she quickly added, "Not that you
don't look fantastic anyway..."
"Um... thanks," I responded, feeling a tiny surge of pride at
that compliment, though I knew it was kind of silly to feel that way.
Then Sheila quickly opened the door, pausing to show that the
lights were all off. "I guess my mom and dad aren't home right now,"
she told me as gestured for me to go inside. Somehow, I had the feeling
that she knew they wouldn't be there before she'd invited me over.
"I love your perfume," Sheila commented as she sniffed near my
neck. I hadn't even been aware that I'd been wearing any. "It smells
like roses... my favorite flower."
Once we were both inside and the door was closed behind us,
Sheila suddenly threw herself against me and gave me a kiss. The
feeling of her against me instantly made me hard... at least in my
chest. My crotch felt completely the opposite. It was weird, but good
as well. Just not as good as Sheila's lips against my own.
"I've been wanting to do that since I saw you in the restaurant,"
Sheila explained in a rush.
She looked both horny and embarrassed, as well as perhaps a
little afraid. Perhaps afraid that my presence was too good to be true
or that maybe I wasn't into girl's like she was. Fortunately for both
of us, I was definitely into her.
"Me too," I whispered back, my heart racing. I'd been wanting to
do it for a whole lot longer than since the restaurant.
We kissed again, both of us getting more and more excited by the
moment. God, my panties had to be completely soaked. It was a strange
thought, yet at the moment, it was extremely appropriate.
After a few minutes, Sheila and I moved towards her bedroom.
"There's more room to play around on my mom and dad's bed," she told
me, but reluctantly added, "But they'd kill me..."
I didn't say anything to that, deciding instead to lick her neck,
somehow knowing that she would enjoy it. And enjoy it she did. She
giggled and moaned at the same time.
Within a minute, we were stripping each other's clothes off. It
was like unwrapping a Christmas present, one that I'd wanted for a very
long time. And with every inch of her skin that was revealed, the
hotter I got. I was sure that my nipples were going to poke right
through the frilly black bra I was wearing, at least until Sheila
removed it.
"You look so hot," I whispered as I stared at Sheila's naked
body.
"Me?" she blinked, smiling at the compliment then responding,
"Not nearly as hot as you."
Of course I disagreed, but I decided to show her just how hot I
thought she was by giving her another kiss. I was scarcely even aware
of the shift between us standing there with our naked bodies pressed
together and being on the bed.
I was turned on, more than I'd ever been in my life. More than I
ever would have imagined possible. And the way that it made my body
feel was absolutely indescribable.
Suddenly, it dawned on me that if I went through with this...
then I'd never be able to have Sheila again. It was a horrible sinking
realization, like a lead weight in the pit of my stomach. I could have
Sheila now... Unfortunately, there was a huge 'but' there. I could have
Sheila now... I could have the girl that I'd always wanted. But then,
when I changed back to normal at midnight, I'd never be able to be with
her again. It was a one time thing...
"Oh no," I groaned, which turned into a moan as Sheila started
licking downstairs.
For a long moment, I was extremely tempted just to say no... to
refuse to have sex with her. That way I wouldn't change back at
midnight. Sure, I'd be stuck as a girl... but as long as I had Sheila,
that might not be such a bad thing. However, my hesitation was
overwhelmed by my lust. I was way too gone now to stop... or even want
to. No matter what...
If all I had to do to get cured was have sex with Sheila, than
over the next several hours I would have to be cured a dozen times
over. We were wild as we went at each other, trying things that I never
even would have considered before then. And strangely enough, I seemed
to have an instinctive knowledge of just how to drive Sheila to the
most outrageous orgasms... which I used quite a bit. I didn't question
it, assuming when I did notice it that it had to be a side effect of
being her idea lover.
Eventually, Sheila and I both collapsed into exhaustion, having
worn each other out. I'd had more orgasms than I could count, each of
them more powerful... more overwhelming than any that I had ever
felt... ever imagined before. And as I slowly drifted off to sleep,
curled up tightly against Sheila, the last thought that passed through
my head was one of regret that I would never be able to experience such
a thing again.
When I awoke, it was with the sun catching my eye. I groaned and
started to turn over, only then becoming aware that I was still tangled
up with Sheila. At that instant, I suddenly snapped awake, my heart
racing as a thousand thoughts and feelings assaulted me at once.
I immediately remembered the night before, all the hot,
passionate lesbian sex that we'd had. The very memory made me blush,
yet get a bit excited again as well. However, there was another thought
that hit me as well, a realization that I had completed the
requirements of the wish... and that Sheila would probably be
completely shocked and horrified to wake up next to plain old Brian.
"Oh shit," I whispered instinctively before snapping my mouth
shut so as not to wake Sheila. However, that was followed by the
realization that my voice just didn't sound right.
With a faint grimace, I slipped out of Sheila's limbs, being
careful not to disturb or wake her. Then I slowly sat up in bed,
completely shocked to realize that I was still a girl. I still had the
big breasts and hot body that I'd gone to bed in.
"But..." I started, before clamping my mouth shut again.
I'd fulfilled the wish... I'd had sex with Sheila and had done it
before midnight. So from what Molly had told me, I should be back to
normal. But I wasn't. Not that I wasn't feeling too broken about that
as I looked down at the sexy and still sleeping Sheila.
"But why am I still...? I whispered, cupping my nice breasts and
smiling at just how nice they felt. I wasn't sure whether to be furious
about not changing back... or relieved. My emotions were a bit
confused. However, as I stared at Sheila, I knew that there was one
thing that I wasn't confused about.
With that, I shifted position, hesitating for only a moment as I
slipped my tongue into Sheila's private spot and began licking. She
moaned in her sleep, causing me to smile and work at it just a little
harder. I wasn't quite sure why I had decided to wake Sheila up this
way instead of going off on my own and trying to figure out what had
happened... but then again, it was a hell of a lot more pleasurable way
to spend the time.
"Oh God," Sheila moaned out, obviously no longer asleep. And she
seemed to be quite enjoying the method that I'd chosen to wake her up.
"That feels so good..."
After Sheila came a minute later, sat up and grinned at me, "It
wasn't a dream..." Then she licked her lips, "My turn now..."
I leaned back and started to squirm and moan while Sheila went to
work on me. It was unlike anything that I'd felt as a man, and for
while, it made me forget entirely about anything and everything else.
When Sheila and I had finished with our quick morning fun, I
climbed out of bed and told her, "You wait here... I'll go make
breakfast..."
"But you don't know where my kitchen is," Sheila started.
However, I quieted her with a kiss, then whispered, "I'll
manage..."
I made my way to Sheila's kitchen since finding it was no
problem. My only real concern was that I might run into her parents,
but as I saw no sign of them, I figured that they were either still
asleep or had already left for work. Either way, I decided to be
quiet... just in case. Explaining my presence might be a little...
uncomfortable.
"Let's see," I quietly mused as I looked into her fridge, "I
think and omelet is in order."
Within a couple minutes, I was deep in the process of making
omelets for breakfast. Though I'd never made them before, I somehow
knew exactly how to make great ones... though I didn't really think
about that fact at first. And once I did, it just didn't seem that
important, and certainly a lot less surprising than everything else
that was going on.
Suddenly I froze... the scent of perfume tickling my nose. With a
gulp, I slowly turned around, only to see Molly standing there in the
kitchen with me, taking a drag from one of those weird cigars of hers.
"You..." I squeaked out.
"Quiet kid," Molly warned me, "Ya don't want yer dame hearing
us..." Then she leaned over the food and sniffed, "Smells kinda
nice..."
I just stared at her in surprise, taking a deep breath before
blurting out, "What are you doing here?" And then realizing that I
might be getting too loud, in a quieter voice, I asked, "Why didn't I
change back to normal?" I frowned, not sure if it was a complaint or
not. "I did... we did what you said we had to for me to change back..."
I blushed a little at that. "You said I'd change back at midnight..."
Molly nodded, "Yeah... I was kinda curious bout that myself..."
She frowned thoughtfully, taking a slow drag from her cigar. "I mean,
yer wish was granted and all so ya shoulda changed back..." Then she
shook her head, frowning just a bit, "So I looked into it..."
"And?" I encouraged, trying to hold back my impatience.
"I found da reason that ya still gots these," Molly commented,
poking at my naked breasts. I hadn't put any clothes on after waking up
with Sheila, which would have made any run ins with her parents even
more embarrassing. Strangely enough, I didn't really embarrassed being
naked in front of Molly. However, with the way she was poking my
nipples...
"Do you mind?" I demanded, making an effort to keep my voice
down.
"Not at all," Molly responded with a smirk.
Then her expression turned serious. "Da reason ya ain't changed
back has ta do with the way I granted yer wish..." At my blank look,
Molly continued, "I turned ya into yer dame's dream gal so's ya could
be together." Then she gave me an embarrassed look, "Fraid I found out
this dame's dream gal wakes her up with a good tongue lashin if ya
knows what I mean, and likes ta fix her breakfast in bed too." Molly
gestured at the omelet, giving me an embarrassed shrug as she finished,
"So's, ya couldn't be her dream gal without this..."
"And I couldn't do this before midnight," I whispered, realizing
exactly what this all meant. "Then I'm stuck like this..." I gestured
down at myself, staring at Molly in disbelief.
"Yep," Molly nodded, looking a little apologetic, "Just thought
ya should know."
Before I could think of another question to ask, or demand to
know if she was even capable of turning me back to normal, Molly
vanished, just as she had the first time. There was no sign that she
had been there at all except for a faint haze of pink smoke in the air
and the scent of her perfumed cigar.
For a long moment, I just stood there, feeling stunned at Molly's
revelation. I was stuck... I was going to be stuck as a sexy girl for
the rest of my life. Strangely enough, I didn't really feel all that
shook up about it. Not like I would have expected.
Maybe a part of me had been expecting this since I woke up in the
same sexy body that I'd gone to bed in. Perhaps whatever it was that
made me want to wake Sheila up that way and fix her breakfast in bed
also made it easier for me to accept this.
I had no idea what this would mean for my future... what it would
mean with school and my family. And at the moment, I was a little
startled to realize that I didn't particularly care. What I did know
right then... what I knew for a fact, was that as long as I was with
Sheila, everything would be all right. As long as I was with her, I
would be happy. Everything else was just details.
With that, I finished getting the breakfast ready and went to the
bedroom door, pausing for only a moment, thinking about what Sheila and
I had done the night before... and would definitely do again later. We
were together now... and would remain together. Sheila was the woman of
my dreams... and I had been made hers. I smiled at the thought, then
gave silent thanks to my fairy godmother for granting my wish.
THE END
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