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This is my first erotic story, please be kind. ;) I cannot claim that I came up with the method of transformation. You should thank Jennifer GH as her 'Just a simple doodle' is what inspired me to write the following. I did try to contact her, without luck. Should she see this or if you know her I would really love to hear feedback from the author of the original work. Swiped Disclaimer: If you are under the age of legal consent from where you are connecting then you should not be here. Go away before the police start to knock on every door. For others, if transgender erotica is not your thing then what are you doing on Fictionmania? Pretty Pink Doodle by Pink Hair Girl Chapter 1 ********RING************ The bell rang out, signaling an end to the seventh and last period of the day. Not only that but it was Friday and only two teachers had assigned homework. The only down side was that I did not really have any plans for the evening. Both of my parents worked which meant two things. One, I am a latchkey kid and usually have two or three hours to kill before anyone is home and two, when my parents finally walked through the door they were usually very tired. Fridays had become the day to decompress from the week and to get ready for the inevitable weekend of errands and play. One of the best, in my opinion, things about this particular Friday is that it was the third Friday of the month. Why is that the best? Easy! P- I-Z-Z-A N-I-G-H-T. I love pizza, just extra cheese please, and really look forward to pizza nights and when french bread pizza is on the lunch menu. A rather small thump at my back quickly snapped me back to the present. I turned around to see my best bud of the last twelve years, Jack. His father had been friends with my father in high school and both of our moms knew one another in high school as well. The result was a very tight knit friendship. Of course it also meant another set of parental level eyes out on the town too. Not that I routinely got into or caused any type of trouble but you never know what will happen and who will be there to see it. Jack and I can almost read each other's minds and that helped us pull off the occasional prank. The parental units had caught on to us years ago but fortunately for us no one else did. "Earth to Cam. Hello Cam! Anyone there?" It was hard to escape the fact that Jack was now using his hand in a knocking motion against the back of me head. "Look, I know that you are like a brain and probably love this place but for the rest of us.... well, we just want to get the hell out of here for the weekend." "I'm ready to get out of here too," I said with a smile. "Let's go see if we can bum a ride home with one of the older kids so we don't have to walk or, god forbid, take the bus." Religious? No, not especially. I had been baptized in a Methodist church and my mother had us all go to church for awhile. Eventually that all faded away. I did go to a few youth group meetings, with horrifying results. The first one was nice as it started out with just three of us. As it grew it attracted some of the stranger elements in the church and so I left. Another friend whom I had grown up with talked me into going to his brainwashing concentration camp of a youth group. First trip out was a planned mall outing followed by the usual Bible stuff. After we returned to the church the true intent of the trip had become clear: buy merchandise of satan to destroy it. Evidently satan happened to be Metallica and other assorted rock and roll groups. Plus one boy band and, truthfully, that one I was willing to believe. We quickly walked out way down the halls until it came time to split. "I just need to grab my jacket out of the locker man." Jack quickly dashed down hall A10 while I turned to the C wing. The graduating class that year had 412 students. Add to that the junior class, of which I am a part of in spite of being a year younger, had even more. It would be 497 by the time we graduated but for that year the total was 512. Death, moving, and dropping out had claimed the difference. Anyway, the high school was huge because it had to be. Next year they were even going to bring the sophmores over. The halls are crowded now, next year they will be impossible. I got to my destination, locker C112, and traded out the books and notebooks so that I had what I needed for studying and for doing homework. The spring jacket that had actually been sitting in there for two months remained. I closed the locker door with a loud clang and then placed my masterlock back into the appropriate place. Then I whirled around and found myself face to chest with Brad. Brad was one of the big jocks. I had done some weight lifting a few years back but stopped. I think that Brad started in the womb and had never stopped. His nickname was Arnie, after Arnold Schwarzenegger who was popular for his action flicks back then. I found out later that he absolutely hated that nickname. "Shit! Oh hey Brad, sorry about that," I managed to stammer out. "No problem man. Say, any chance you can help me out with Algebra sometime next week?" "That should be easy enough in exchange for a ride home for me and Jack today," I said, hoping to have hit paydirt right away. "Only if you want to stick around for another couple of hours. We're getting ready for the big football game." "Nah, I think Jack and I will hitch a ride elsewhere or walk. Get up with me on Tuesday about the Algebra." With a bass rumble that sounded something like, "Cool," Brad was off and heading towards the gym. The Turkey Day game was huge due to a long standing rivalry between us and the neighboring town. The home team could come in last place for the season and no one would care as long as they win the Thanksgiving Day game. The last few years had not been kind to our team at all but I am sure all of the mandated Pep rallies they will have between now and then will help us out. Sarcasm, no, not me. I shot back down the hall towards the exit. Jack and I always met across the street from the school. While we could still be suspended for fighting between now and the time we got home, they did not do anything about smoking. So "across the street" was usually packed with other walkers and/or smokers. Jack was already there and he had been unsuccessful in scoring us a ride home as well. Although not the best way to start the weekend, it was not all that bad. It only takes us about 35 minutes to walk home and we did this routinely. Jack had his drivers license but no car. Since I started school a bit earlier than everyone else I did not even have a drivers license. As we started off on our journey Jack drew out a cigarette and used a match to light it. Cigarette wen to the mouth, the match to the ground. He drew in the smoke deeply and then slowly exhaled. It looked like he was meditating or something similar. Finally he spoke. "Any big plans for the weekend?" "Nah, nothing going on. The folks will be doing yard work which probably means I will be doing yard work too." To emphasize how much that sucked, I kicked a stone off the walkway and then watched it skip down the sidewalk and bounce a bit into the street. "How about you?" "My parents decided that we should have a family day this weekend. A mini vacation of sorts to who knows where." We walked for another 20 minutes in silence which was not unusual. Suddenly Jack stopped. Slowly he turned towards the house that sat there. This was not just any house though. I am sure every small town America has a house like this one. Hell, I bet every neighborhood had a house like this one. It was old and it was abandoned. Old, abandoned homes do not fall to the ground right away. They stand for years and years. This one only had a couple of broken windows due to it's reputation. Since we were kids, we thought one thing about this house. That it is haunted. The occasional strange light and odd sound reinforced this thought, even now. It seems silly to be so close to being considered an adult and still believe in ghosts and goblins. "Why don't we go in?" He asked. "Just to look around a bit. It's probably about the only thing we haven't done in the neighborhood." "Dude, the house is..." "Haunted?" It was more of an accusation, calling me out for being too much of a chicken shit to go into that house. Like I said, we were almost adults and this stuff was not supposed to both us anymore. "Well if you would have let me have a moment to finish, I was about to say that it is old. Who knows what kind of condition it is in. For all we know the floors are so bad that we could fall through. Besides going in there during the day is dumb because old Mrs. Weaver will call the police the moment we step into the yard." "But what about tonight? Just you, me, and the ghosts." At the word ghosts he brought his hands up and wiggled his fingers at me. Yeah, he could be an ass. "I thought you and the fam were doing the mini vacation thing?" "Yeah, but we aren't leaving until the morning. Come on man, we are going to be too old to do this kind of stuff soon. Don't you want to pass on the stories to your kids and tell them about your adventure in there?" I took a long moment to look at him. I should, in the immortal words of Nancy Reagan, just say no. However, he was my best bud and we had been together through a lot of stuff so far. Besides he would probably go anyway and if the floor did give way, there would be no one there to go for help. Assuming that I did not get hurt in the fall too. "Alright. My parents usually turn in a little early on Fridays. I will slip out of the house around 1?" "That sounds good to me. Just meet me around the back of the place so the old bat doesn't see us go in." Chapter 2 Cold. That was the first word that came to mind as I slipped out the front door. Guess I should have grabbed the jacket at school but who would have guessed that I would have been going out, in the middle of the night, to explore a "haunted house." I could go and get a warmer shirt but that meant an increased chance of awakening the parental units which would end the adventure before it could begin. Guess the old t-shirt and jeans and a button down shirt, left open, would be my protection against the cold outside. The old pair of black sneakers were still functional although it would not be long before they would be thrown out. I made my way down our side driveway. It was shared with the neighbors and a small path led directly to the back alley. From there it was just a matter of minutes before I found myself at the back of the old house. Jack was nowhere to be seen. That figures, he is probably curled up under the blankets at home while I am standing here freezing my butt off. Just then I see Jack stick his head out from the back door. "Get in here before someone sees you," he whispered rather loudly. I quickly made my way into the house. Jack had brought along some odds and ends which was fortunate since I had forgotten to bring a flashlight. Scattered along an old wooden kitchen table were two flashlights, a camera, and a small tape recorder that doubled as a Walkman. "What the hell is all of this for Jack?" "I want to try and get some kind of proof that the place really is haunted." "You expect the ghosts to pose with us and give us interviews?" He ignored my question as he prepared to go through the rest of the house. One flashlight made its way into my hands while the camera hung from Jack's neck, the flashlight was hanging off his left wrist, and the tape recorder was in the right hand. He would have to shuffle stuff around to use everything. Guess that meant I would be taking point. Not a problem I thought. It would only take about fifteen minutes to walk through this place and then convince Jack it was time to go home. "Alright, let's go find us some ghosts!" I rolled my eyes and shone the flashlight into the next room. The room was just a big, open space. It might have been a dining room at one time since it was so close to the kitchen. The exit to the next room was across from us but a bit to the left. We slowly crossed the room and listened. The house was silent and our walking definately stood out. We would not be sneaking up on any ghosts that's for sure. Since there was nothing but empty space and dust, we quickly made our way across the room. I stopped just short of the next room, taking a moment to shine the light everywhere I could. I had completely forgotten to check for things like bad floors or wild animals before walking in and I would not be making that mistake again. "Come on, you're holding up progress. Let's keep moving." For someone normally very laid back Jack was sure being pushy tonight. I got about half way across the room before he was tugging on my shoulder. I turned around and looked at him, most definately looking very annoyed. "Hold a sec, I want to get a picture of the room." The room was then washed in a couple of quick flashes as he took pictures. "Oh, I forgot to take a pic of the last room. I'll be right back." Jack had just stopped in the doorway to take a pic when we heard a noise. The hairs stood up on my neck. Of course Jack quickly grabbed the tape recorder, the camera softly thumping on his chest as the neckstrap did it's job. He shone the flashlight upwards, across his face and brought up a finger to his lips. Yeah, yeah be quiet. We did not hear anything else and were soon exploring other parts of the house. There were very few items left in the house. Everything must have been packed up or stolen. We had been afraid of a big, old, empty house awll of those years. It made me sad, as if some sort of magic had been dispelled. Jack was leading the way out of one of the upstairs bedrooms when we finally heard another noise. We both stopped dead in the hallway. Suddenly there was a rapping on the walls. The sound came at us, getting louder and more forceful the closer that it came. Just as it got to where we were standing, it just stopped. I really, really hoped that I did not just pee myself. Everything happened so fast I forgot to even scream. "What the fuck was that Cam?" Jack used the flashlight to light up one direction and then another. Just as he was about to speak we heard more noise. It sounded like someone running across the dining room downstairs. Jack pushed past me and headed for the stairs. "Are you insane Jack? You have no idea who is down there." He stopped and looked at me and simply said, "Or what." Then he was heading down the steps. I soon joined him as the last thing I wanted was to be left alone in that hallway. When I got to the bottom of the steps I smelled something that was like vanilla. Perfume maybe? Jack was walking back towards me. He looked really mad and held out something in his hand. I took it and stared in disbelief. "We've been had. Who did you tell about us coming here?" Jack demanded. "No one at all, why?" "Look at what I found in the dining room." He then brought up what he was carrying into the path of the flashlight. It looked to be a cheap pen that you could pick up just about anywhere. Except that it was pink and glittery. I thought that maybe a company had decided to come out with something other than a silver paint ink pen. Not a bad idea, but pink? With glitter? "Pink pen, vanilla perfume. You think some girl followed us in and decided to play a trick on us?" "Could be," muttered Jack. "Although it would have to be more than one to make that kind of noise upstairs. And how did they do that without us noticing them?" "I don't know, man. The ghost hunt is a loss though, let's get out of here Jack." For once he did not argue. The wind was completely out of his sails though. Finding nothing at all would have been better than this. He would probably mope around for a month over this. "Look on the bright side Jack, you have photos to prove to everyone that you had enough balls to go into the spooky ole house." "Yeah, whatever. Let's just go." Chapter 3 Weekends never last very long. The late night excursion to the house was offset by the homework and early to bed time Sunday night. Mondays seem to be the worst because everyone is so hung over from the high of no wschool for two days. Not to mention one goes from sleeping until 10 am to being up at 5 am. I had not seen Jack since the incident at the house but not seeing him on Monday morning is not that unusual. Although we are friends and reasonably close neighbors, we did not always do everything together. I was in my first period class when the pink pen rolled out of my notebook. That's strange, I do not remember putting it there but then again I was so tired that night I was pretty much a zombie after I got back into the house. I rolled it back and forth in my fingers, watching the light catch the glitter. It was pretty but not exactly something a guy would have out on whis desk. With this thought I put it back into my notebook. There it remained until sixth period. Sixth period was a creative writing class. The teacher would assign a general topic and let us go at it. This week's paper was a compare and contrast theme and had to run five pages. I had not idea what I could find that would have so many common and uncommon points. 5 pages, damn! I started to thumb through my notebook, looking for some sort of inspiration when I once again noticed that pink pen. I took it out and examined it up close, noting that it looked enough like a normal pen but also so very different that it stands out. I took the cap off and a strange scent I could not identify rose up to my nostrils. I then casually drew some lines on some notebook paper. The lines showed up bright pink, almost neon. The ink was also kind of thick and almost like a gel. However, it was possible to draw some pretty exact lines with it. The ink dried incredibly fast and looked really good. Definitely not a highlighter though. I took another glance at the near perfect lines and curves I had drawn, not too bad for just some scribbles that had been quickly done. I was curious at how the ink would look on my hand and was about to try it out when the bell sounded, signaling the end of the period. Great, I had wasted most of the class time just staring at my notebook. I would definitely have to work on the assignment tonight if I was going to get it done on time. I put the pen away, picked up my books, and shuffled back to my locker to get ready for the last class. You would think they would give us just a bit more time in between classes. It took me almost the entire four minutes to get from one class to my locker and then to my next class. If my classes were further apart I would need to carry the whole load with me to each and every class. I was looking forward to seventh period. It was a study hall and also the only class that Jack and I had together. I walked in and took my seat. His seat was empty and remained so even after the bell rang, letting everyone in the school know that the seventh period had begun. Oh well, maybe he and his family did not get back until late and they let him stay home today. His absence did mean that I could work on my compare and contrast paper. Within a moment I had the pink pen and another pen out on my desk, my hand moving quickly to note the differences and similarities between the two. I was not sure if it would eventually fill five pages but I would do my best. I have been known for being able to go on and on about anything from time to time. Well, okay, most of the time. Time flies when you are working and before I knew it, the school day was finished. Chapter 4 Shortly after dinner I went up to my room to do my homework. It was the only spot in the house where I might be able to sit uninterrupted for a few hours. I moved the Commodore 128 and the disk drive out of the way, leaving enough space to spread out my papers and open a book. The compare and contrast assignment had two more days before it was due so other assignments took priority. It was almost bed time before I finished up the other assignments. I could either read or try and get a jump on the paper. I looked down at the desk and noticed the piece of notebook paper that I had drawn on with the pen earlier in the day. It was still very glossy and glittery even after the entire day. I had thought it would fade a bit or at least a few sparkles get out of place just from the normal usage of the notebook. Yet, there it was in all of its perfect glory. I was still amazed at how lovely and pretty the lines looked. Wait. Lovely? Pretty? I must have been a bit more tired than I had realised. That cinched it, time for bed. I quickly cleaned up the work space, stacked my books, and moved the computer and disk drive back into place. I had a hard time getting to sleep. My eyes kept wandering back over to my notebook and when I closed my eyes I could see that page with the perfect pink ink on it. The light catching the glitter just right as the page moved up and down. Chapter 5 The next day I woke up with a start. What was that strange buzzing sound? Oh yeah, the alarm clock. Was it time to get up already? My head seemed to be in a fog. Better to pull the bandaid off all at once. I turned off the alarm and slowly got out of bed. Once I started to move around a bit I woke up a bit more. After my shower I felt very refreshed and quickly set out on my morning routine. About thirty minutes after saying bye to my mother as she rushed out the door to drop my sister at the sitters and get to work, I headed out for school. Feeling as refreshed as I was I decided to walk. It was a bit warmer out than was usual for this time of year but not uncomfortably so. Hopefully Jack would be back at school today. I really want to show off the doodles I did with the pink pen the day before. With this in mind, I hummed to myself all the way to school. The school day was pretty average, if not a bit busier than usual. Why is it that all of the tests come up at once? I had two surprise tests today and there are two more scheduled tests for tomorrow. Lots and lots of studying ahead of my and a lot of stress over those two pop tests. I am sure I did well, but something kept nagging at me in the back of my mind. During the sixth period I took out all of my notes and did a rough draft of the compare and contrast assignment. Surprisingly I had enough for about seven pages! Most of it was just going on about how good the pink gel pen was and once that was trimmed down a bit it would probably fit on just five pages. Won't the teacher be surprised? How many other people would have chosen something so basic to write on and yet come up with a lot of material? Class was over way too soon and I found myself doing the usual scramble to my locker and then to study hall. As awake and energized as I felt, it seemed like the text books were getting heavier through the day. I walked into study hall and there was Jack sitting in his usual spot. The poor guy looked like he had a really rough weekend. Family vacations will do that to you. He looked up at me with bloodshot eyes as I walked towards him. He looked at my rather strangely and then blinked while shaking his head. "What's up with you Jack?" "The old Nova finally gave up the ghost. Unfortunately it was in the middle of nowhere and late at night. We had to hike to the next town over, which took forever. I think I got some kind of flu bug but it kind of comes and goes. This morning I was feeling pretty good but not so much right now." He did have a rough weekend. "Damn, that does genuinely suck. I am glad you got back in one piece though, waaaaay too quiet without ya around." I smirked at him, hoping that it would catch and pick up his spirits. He still looked like he had been run over and then dragged to the desk. At least I tried. "Why don't you just put your head down, we can talk later on the way home. I will make sure that you wake up at the end of class." "Sounds good to me. Thanks Cam." With that he put his head down and I am sure he fell right to sleep. I had just about finished my paper in the creative writing class and did not have anything pending that was overly important. I pulled out some scrap paper and my ink pens, set on just doodling away the class time. However, as soon as I saw the pink pen I knew that was going to be the main one. 'I really hope that I can get refills for it somewhere when the ink runs out.' I pulled off the cap and that strange aroma released into the air. No one else around me seemed to notice or at least did not comment on it. I then spent the next 30 minutes drawing little doodles on the paper, happily humming to myself. When the bell rang, I put everything away and turned to see if Jack was awake or not. He was not. I joyfully knocked on his head. "Wake up sleepy head. Time to go home." With a groan he looked up from the desk. I made sure to smile nice and big for him. He did not say a thing, just picked up his stuff and we both headed for the door. Once home I removed the pink pen from my notebook. The light caught the glitter just enough to make it sparkle. I thought that it was very pretty. The house was empty and I had two hours before anyone got home, plenty of time to draw with my new, pretty pen. Once again I thought about how that pretty ink would look on my skin. I slowly uncapped the pen and inhaled the scent as it rolled out and away from the pen. That smell was very exotic, very intoxicating. What happened next should not have happened. At least not in a sane universe. Thinking about how good the ink would look on my skin, I gently placed the tip on the back of my hand. Before I could even move it one millimeter, something very odd occured. The ink came rolling out of the pen. I thought I that the end had exploded, ruining the pen. That was not the case though. The ink poured out of the tip and designs started to appear on my skin in the pretty pink ink. I tried to pull the pen away when the ink first started to pour out but I could not move it at all. The ink ran smoothly across the back of my hand, up my arm, and I think across my entire body. I tried to see what the ink was doing but I could not focus long enough to figure it out. Everytime I stared at the designs, the aroma would increase, and my focus would shift from the pretty, pretty pink ink with all of the sparkles. Chapter 6 "Cam, I'm home! Cam? Wake up honey, if you sleep too much you will be up all night." I had been asleep? I looked around and saw that my notebook was sitting in front of me but nothing was as I remembered it. No scrap paper on the table. No pens, psychotic or otherwise, were out. It is as if I came in, set the notebook down, and fell asleep. I suddenly remembered all of that ink running out. I looked at my hands but did not see any ink on them. None on the table or floor either. Was all of that just a dream? No more cafeteria food for me for a while. My mom chased me away from the kitchen table as she started to prepare dinner. I made my way up the stairs to my room. I think I needed some time on the computer or at least some kind of focus so that I would stay awake. I turned on the computer and loaded an old quest game that I had. It featured a land of fantasy, full of dragons and magic. It was mostly text but was punctuated with rough drawn images along the way. I got lost in this little world for a few hours and it was my mom calling me for dinner that brought me back around. After dinner I did a little bit of homework. I yawned all the way through. How could I be this tired after sleeping so much? What was worse is that I was starting lose focus again. My mind would wander and every time that it did, all I could see was that pretty pink ink. So pretty..... drawing pretty designs on my whole body, slowly working it's way through my system.... across my hand, up my arm, across my chest, around my breasts.... It was the image of myself with breasts that immediately sobered me. Kind of like getting hit with a glass full of cold water in a hot shower. What the hell is wrong with me? It all started with that damn ink pen so it would end when it was gone. I grabbed the pen out of my notebook and looked at it. Just a pen, nothing more. Then why was it spooking me so much? Who had dropped it? Who cares?! I got up and angrily threw it into the trash can by my desk. There, no more pen to worry about. It will go to the curb next Thursday and that would be that. However, something hesitated within me and for a moment I felt a great sense of loss. Augh! I need to get some sleep so I will stop thinking about that stupid pen. It was early still but that did not matter. I was exhausted and knew that I would drift off almost immediately. I stripped out of my clothes a piece at a time. Shoes, socks, pants, and then when I started to take off my shirt I thought I saw something. Something sparkly coming from my nipples. I examined my chest after getting the shirt off and did not see anything. Great, my imagination was working overtime. That night I slept and if I did dream, I did not remember any of it. Chapter 7 The next day at school was just like all of the other days. I came, I saw, and I was assigned homework. Papers were handed in and others, now graded, were handed out. No new surprises at all. Finally it was almost time to go home and the seventh period study hall could not come soon enough. Jack was already in there and he was back to his usual self already. It was refreshing but yet annoying at the same time. The incident with the pen or I should say with my imagination and that stupid pen had rattled me last night. After Jack and I started chatting it all faded into the background. "Hey, let's go back to the house again tonight, what do you think?" I looked at him as if he had grown a second head and started to speak a foreign language. "Are you stupid? Last time we had a dumb trick played on us and you want to go back?" "It's just that I think the place is kind of cool and we did not finish exploring it last time because of those girls or whoever it was that was there. C'mon man, let's do it." "On a school night?" "When did you get all scholarly and walking the straight and narrow?" It should not have bothered me. Sure, I did not take some of the risks that others my age did but I never really felt the need to but I was quick to anger and Jack was quick to use that to his advantage. "Shut up, this whole conversation is stupid and I should have never gone in there in the first place. It's just a creepy old house and nothing more." Jack just smiled. He knew that if he pushed the right buttons I would cave. "You're just a chicken shit mamma's boy. That's why ya don't want to go, isn't it?" "You asshole! Fine, you want to go then go ahead! What do you need me for?" Then he shifted tactics and got almost quiet. "I thought about that but then what if I did fall through the floor or if something like a dog or whatever got in there? I would need help to make sure I got out." Damnit. He would go and he was right. AND no one else in their right mind would have been fooled into going but I caved. "Alright, fine, what time?" Chapter 8 Why did I let myself get talked into these things? Why can't I learn to say no and stick with it? Once again I found myself just inside the creepy old house. Jack was there with the same equipment and wearing the same clothes as last time. He was excited about something. "Man, you just missed it. I think I got something recorded on here. I got in and all of a sudden there was like this talking and then it just stopped." "Great so now we have people waiting in here to prank us. Such wonderful news." "Shut up and listen." At that he hit the play button and the sound of silence came out of the speaker. "Oops. Need to rewind it. Hold a sec." Just as my eyes finished their trip to the back of my head and to the front, the tape started. There was some hiss and maybe something that could have been a voice. Maybe. "Sounds like static to me man." "You can distinctly hear someone saying.." "Look let's just get your look through done and get out of here OK?" "Fine." At that he picked up the camera and started forward. We went through the same rooms as before and they looked just like before. Dust was everywhere. We went upstairs and this time nothing happened. So we started to explore the rooms off of the main hallway. Nothing spectacular but one did have an old desk in it. We stopped there for a minute to rearrange some things. It was at this time that something really odd happened. "What did you bring those for?" I looked at Jack with an upraised eyebrow. A trick I like to do to annoy him because he can't do it. "That notebook and that pen. Just want to rub my face in what happened last time?" "What in the hell are you talking about Jack?" "Those," he said while pointing down at the desk. "You just set them down right there." I looked. I blinked. I looked again. Blinked again but this time rubbed my eyelids and then looked back at the desk. Sure enough there was the notebook and the pen. The pink stood out but it was the sparkles that grabbed my attention. I started to feel a warmth spread through my body and I relaxed. So pretty, so sparkly, so pretty. I could feel the lines start to redraw themselves on my skin. I was becoming all pink and sparkles. This time when I felt the ink go around my breasts I just giggled. The ink circled around my breasts several times before going straight to my nipples. The feeling was electric and I moaned with pleasure as I felt my chest begin to swell. I reached for the pen, threw off the cap, and pressed the tip to my hand. Another line shot out and worked it's way up my slim arms. Some pooled below the tip, colouring my fingernail a pretty pink. Soon all of my fingernails on that hand were pink and long. My attention was drawn back to my body as twin lines raced around my stomach. I could feel the lines etching themselves into me. They were making me all pretty just like they were. I will be pretty and pretty in pink. The lines kept etching deeper and they started to tickle me. I laughed and laughed until I thought I was going to get sick. I knew that I had to do something about it. Must be the clothes I thought. They are not very pretty, nothing like what a pretty girl like me should be wearing. I removed the pen tip from the back of my hand and smiled at Jack. "Watch this?" He just stood there, his mouth hanging open, too surprised to even move or say anything. I giggled and the touched the pen to my clothes. It was electrifying and it was very pretty. My clothes started to change. My shirt got really tight and really pink. Then it creeped up a little bit until it just showed a hint of my belly. My belly that had just a faint amount of pretty sparkly pink ink on it. I giggled and twirled, showing off my new clothes. The pen pulsed in my hand and I knew that we were not done yet. I placed the tip of the pen to my belly button and felt the warm rush of ink as it leapt to my skin. Lines started to go everywhere. My nipples were so hard that they were going to poke holes into my shirt if it got any tighter. Mmmm, I love tight tops they make me feel so sexy. All of these pretty lines making me look so pretty. Everyone should be able to feel like this. I was moaning in pleasure now. I felt like I was in heat. My erection strained at the pants that I had on. Then the pink lines headed down, below my belt. I could feel the warmth as they played up and down the length of my dick. It pulsed and felt wonderful. It pulsed again and I got even more excited. With a final pulse I erupted and stained my pants. Then I started to get really warm down there. Warm and wet, it felt so nice. I could feel my clothes continue to shift. My pants changed into a denim skirt and my underwear disappeared completely. My tennis shoes shifted slightly and took on a pink colour, contrasted with the white anklet socks I had on. I felt so good, I wanted to touch all of me. My hands roamed up and down my body. My arms and legs were so smooth. My breasts, oh my god my breasts were wonderful. My skin was pulsing with pink light and I could feel a tempo rising within me. My hands went to my cunt and I rubbed. When rubbing was not enough I pinched and then I finally took off my panties and plunged my fingers into me. So warm, so wet, and all so right. The warmth continued to build and I could hear my own voice crying out. Higher and higher it went. I could feel every little breeze and touch upon my skin. Still the tempo built and I kept pushing to go over the edge. Faster, harder... need it now...... Then it happened, a pink glow engulfed me and I felt my consciousness fade. Chapter 9 "Cam! Cam! Hey, wake up." I could feel something shaking my shoulders and I could not figure out what it was. The voice... a voice telling me to wake up. The voice sounds urgent maybe I should get up. I open one eye and see that it is dark. There is a light shooting across the floor, it ran from the wall to the flashlight on the floor. I felt good. I felt lighter and more relaxed. "Cam! What the hell?!? Wake up man, don't be dead..." "I'm awake Jack, calm..." My voice was odd and it took a moment before I remembered what happened. It did not worry me, all was right with the world. I am how I should be and always will be. I could feel the world shift around me and then I knew. "Carys." "Huh? Cam you are not making any sense. None of this is making any sense. I mean what the hell? I can't..." "Not Cam, Carys. Cam does not live here anymore." "Dude stop smiling like that, you're scaring me. Let's get out of here and..." My hand shot out before I knew it. I grabbed Jack by the wrist and kept him in place. I just stared into his eyes and felt my skin pulse. The pulse rode up and down me, centered on my spine. My other hand snaked out and rubbed up and down his arm. "Are you sure you want to leave?" "Now you are just really freaking me out. I mean you're beautiful but..." This was frustrating. He should not remember Cam. Carys is all that has existed. Cam should never have been, a mistake. He was a quickly fading memory for me but not for Jack. I knew how to fix this. "Jack. Shush. Sit here next to me, after all of that I need to just sit for a minute. C'mon, I won't bite. I'm still your friend, aren't I?" I saw the fight and fear go out of him and he sat down. You might have thought he was the one who had just undergone a dramatic change in his life and not me. I looked over at him and I knew what I had to do. He was going to miss Cam and I had to fix that. "Jack hon. Relax." I picked up my pen and the notebook and asked Jack, "Do you want me to draw you a picture?" He looked at the pen like I was holding some kind of weapon and threatening to kill him with it. I could feel the tension rise right up in between us. So much for this being easy. I placed the pen and notebook down, just barely within reach. I twisted around a bit to face him directly. He is a good looking guy and I briefly wondered why I had not noticed that before. I stared right into his eyes and then slowly reached out. I could feel my heart beat faster as I started to lean forward. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back just a bit, and found his lips with mine. There was hesitation, on both parts. We both should have been really freaking out over this but suddenly everything felt fine. As the hesitation slid away a hunger replaced it. It was almost animal in it's intensity. Our tongues darted in and out as they playfully flicked from one place to the next. Somewhere along the line our hands started to explore one another. Our hunger was too strong for this to be a night of romance, passion, and poetry. I felt his hands pressing into my flesh. They tore at the clothes that seperated them from their goal. He was not alone in this. My hands clawed at his pants, wanting to free the prize that was hidden underneath. We started kissing even harder, pausing only for brief moments as our clothes were shed and tossed about the room. Nothing was said. The only sounds were our lovemaking. It was right that he was my first. I will always remember every little detail. I guided his shaft into me and I rode him like my life depended on it. As I would lean forward, he would sit up just enough to take my nipples into his mouth. His tongue played across the nipple and his teeth nibbled at my flesh. It felt good, it felt right, and then the moment came in which we were in perfect unison. The orgasm shook across us as we were as of one flesh. I cried out then and he grunted hard. We both now laid upon the floor and I rolled over to face him and gave him a quick kiss. He smiled, it was a beautiful smile. "Hon, there's one last thing to do." "What's that? I thought it was just perfect." I smiled at the compliment and I too thought that it was a perfect beginning. However, I had one last thing to take care of and now was the time. "Let me draw you a picture." Whatever thoughts were warring in his head, it was obvious when he made his decision. "Sure, whatever you like but let's just get out of here soon ok?" "Not a problem. I will draw you a nice beautiful girl, how's that sound?" "Whatever, ok. If it is going to be anything a pretty girl would be nice." I smiled nice and big at him and he kind of smiled back at me. He was still nervous but not as bad as before. He never really noticed as I grabbed his hand and started to draw. Unfortunately he did eventually realise what I was doing but it was too late by then. "Cam, what are you doing?" "Carys. My name is Carys. Why can't you let go of Cam?" He was silent as I finished up the picture on his hand. When I finished I let go. There was just a hint of a pink glow from his hand. I wonder if he noticed it. "OK Jack, let's go home." "About time!" At that we got up off the floor, collected everything together, and walked towards the downstairs. ************ We walked together after getting out of the house. Poor Jack, he was so worked up over something so little. I mean if anyone should have been freaking out it should have been me but I was ok with it. If I am ok with it then so should he. Then again he should not remember any of it. "Jack, do me a favor?" "Depends on what it is." I stopped and waited for him to do the same. I looked at him and I mean that I really looked at him. The pink glow he did not seem to notice was edging across his hand. I brought my eyes up to his and felt a connection there. "When you get outside of your home just rub that picture I drew on your hand and say the word change." Then I spun to the left and headed home. Chapter 10 When I saw Jack the next day I knew that he had listened to me. Somehow I knew that he would do me that favor. He never really had a choice after agreeing to let me draw that picture. He may not have known where or why but he did agree. Jack, now Jillian, was very cute. She was almost elfin in appearance. She had very long legs that were tanned to just the right color. Her skin looked flawless and the skirt she wore really showed off that perfect skin. She was thin without looking starved. Her entire body just radiated a wonderful beauty. Her breasts were not as large as mine but where they lacked in size they definitely made up for it in perkiness. She was braless and you could almost see the breasts curving slightly upwards, her nipples perfect little points at the end. Her face was framed by her black hair which was cut in a pageboy style. She was so cute and adorable. I found out later, after I had gotten home that my hair was a very light blonde but when I moved into the right light it looked a bit pink. That makes perfect sense to me. I wish I had been there to see Jillian emerge from her cocoon but until I can doodle some more I will have to let my imagination do it's best. Probably best that I was not there to see it because just thinking about it makes me start to feel all warm and wet again. Jillian finally spied me from across the hall and walked over. "Hey Carys, how are you?" "Great. How about yourself?" "I had a really strange dream last night but I can't really remember it. I know if bothered me at first but it just sort of faded." "Well then it was for the best then, right?" "I guess. Hopefully I will sleep better tonight and dream of a few young hunks." Perfect, everything had turned out just perfect. I had no idea if things would fade in time but something told me that it would not. My pretty pink pen was definitely meant to last forever. ~Fin~

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Kerry didn’t like Mr Harding, she thought he was a letch and she hated lecherous men. She had to start wearing looser tops just after she joined the company because he was always looking at her breasts, small as they were, and she could never wear short skirts or tight slacks. Strangely enough most of the other girls liked him. They found him jovial, well mannered and a kind and considerate boss. No one in the company had a bad word to say about him. She suspected however that a lot of the...

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4 years ago
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Pretty Pink Package

You walk into the bedroom, you have on a slip, yes a slip! It is pink and has a wide lace border around the bottom and just long enough to cover your panties. The slip is just thin enough that I can see the outline of your panties under them and I can see your bra straps on top. The slip is so soft against your skin, it clings a bit and accentuates your curves. I am setting on the edge of the bed, I have on my sloppy old t-shirt and under that, just what I was born with. You can see that your...

3 years ago
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Pretty Pink Package

You walk into the bedroom, you have on a slip, yes a slip! It is pink and has a wide lace border around the bottom and just long enough to cover your panties. The slip is just thin enough that I can see the outline of your panties under them and I can see your bra straps on top. The slip is so soft against your skin, it clings a bit and accentuates your curves.I am setting on the edge of the bed, I have on my sloppy old t-shirt and under that, just what I was born with. You can see that your...

2 years ago
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Skidaddle Skiddoodle

Within the various stories, you will take on the role of a man who will end up having his big dick shrunken significantly - whether that be medicines, spells, superpowers, special teas, or what have you - to a comical level. They also run the possibility of being humiliated, their tiny cock free for the world to see. Will some regain their meat, or are they doomed to be a mockery in the sack forever?

Fetish
2 years ago
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Pretty in Pink

Pretty in Pink A limerick by Busko A wife from Salt Lake City said to her crosddressing man, "'Kitty'," "don't you look so sad." "I'm not at all mad," "because in pink, you look so pretty!"

2 years ago
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Pretty in Pink Part 9 Epilogue

Pretty in Pink Part 9: Epilogue: Just then Dad and Mr. Walsh walked in from outside. "Now who's setting up who with a date for what dance?" Dad asked. He looked at Marta's dress and I could tell he was confused. Before dad could ask any more questions Mr. Walsh spoke up, "Hey Kate, why not introduce your cute girlfriend to Martin. He's so shy he can't bring himself to ask any girls out. I'm sure he'd be thrilled to take your girlfriend to a dance!" Marta just stood there...

2 years ago
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Pinky Bowing Out

Pinky- Bowing Out Pinky checked everything was laid out on the dining table in the correct order,getting dressed was going to be hard enough without struggling to find anyparts of the outfit. H er boyfriend Jerry, correction her Master (she wouldreally have to get used to thinking of him as such) was relaxing in an armchairwith a little smile on face. The reason that he was smiling, was that tonight Pinky would have to proveto the world (or at least the H igh St. , Fulham part of it) that she...

1 year ago
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Pinky

Winter and Mike “Hey Dad, I have a reservation at the Town and Country Inn tonight. Would you go with me? Actually, I upgraded the reservation from a table for two to a table for four. Mom made the reservations two days ago and I found out about it. She doesn’t know you and I are joining her.” “Sure, I always have fun dining with your grandmother. It is funny your Mom didn’t mention it to me. She said she was staying with Gram over the weekend and I’m always the one to pay the tab when they...

3 years ago
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Part 7 of Pinky and Sourpuss Introducing them to

Part 7 Okay, the last time I left off, things were made interested with three different ladies. When the job started to lock down a section of the building due to a positive resident, it changed things. When it felt like things could get hotter, it got cold quick. The news at the job didn't hit me until later when I was going in for a meeting. The cold news started with my wife sending me a message. It just talked about how her family was searching for a place out there, and helping with work....

3 years ago
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Bhuas daughter Pinky with Raja

Bhua told us that her daughter Pinky is coming to India in 3 days. We should pick her up at the airport.Bhua and I and Pari went to airport to pick Pinky. At the airport we huged pinky and bhua introduce us to Pinky.We were happy to see Pinky. She was 5.8” tall with nice figures. Her breast were nice size and looks full figures. I looked at Pari she gave the sign of aprovel by touching her breasts. We talked in the car on the way to home. Pinky was not shy. She talked very nicly.By the...

2 years ago
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Part 2 Pinky the second go around

Oh Part 2 of Pinky. Well the next day or I should say later that night, Pinky reached out to me by text. She was working overnight shift again. This time the tone was a bit different. She mentioned to me about how much she enjoyed our little time together, but she was upset with her boyfriend. He was mad she didn't call him back in the morning. Despite that face he knew she was working overnights for this week. I guess he expected her to call before she went to sleep or something like that....

1 year ago
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Part 5 Hot in the Kitchen with Pinky

Part 5 So after another night spent with Pinky, I was feeling upbeat. I woke up, got ready for work and went to my job. I got the normal text from my wife, saying how her day was and plans for the today ahead. I rode though another shift at work, finishing up a bit later then normal. This virus expanded so quickly, that protocols at work changed to match the level of alertness. So this also meant longer hours, more work and more time with people at work. They made the plan to have the same...

3 years ago
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Pinky madam and me

Hi friends , i am ravi , regular reader of iss , now its my turn to write for you my experince , it is happened when i was in surat. Surat is city of romantic persons. I was working for modeling , one day i came contact with a owner of beauty parlour , her name was daksha . I used to call her madam. In her parlour there was a girl name pinky , she was married but divorced after 2 years of married life. Daksha madam was around 35 years ,fair, little fatty with big boobs and big ass, when she...

2 years ago
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Sex With Unsatisfied Pinky

Hello, people. This is Raj again with a new story which happened between me and my wife’s best friend. Let’s call her Pinky. Pinky recently got married and being my wife’s best friend she used to often visit our place. She has an awesome figure which I noticed only on her wedding day. Trust me in that lehenga and choli she was just looking wow. Since then I started dreaming of fucking her It was the day when my wife and Pinky had planned a dinner outside. My wife and Pinky were about to drive...

2 years ago
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Bahen Pinky Aur 3 Bhai 8211 Part II

Part 1, panty se usne haath nikala aur apne naak(nose ) pe le gaya, jaise hi usne fingers ko lick kiya tu uske land ne bahut zor se muth nikaal de jo ki pinky ke thighs pe giri, rinku dar gaya aur apne room me chala gaya, Pinky ne jab eyes kholi tu apni thighs pe giri muth ku usne apni fingers pe liya aur apni chut pe rub karna suru kiya Pinky ko bahut maza aya aur vo climax kar gayi Part 2, Rinky apne room me gaya aur usne apne bhaiyo ko puri baat narrate kari hum sabka land bota ho gaya next...

2 years ago
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Part 9 Pinky story The end

Part 9 As we left off, Kristy was laying next to me, and Pinky just joined the show. She was playing with her pussy while being naked. I was spent from the sex but hell I try around with Pinky. Instead, she climbed into bed and over on Kristy. Pinky spread her legs and started to lick Kristy's pussy. She was working her tongue in and sucking out the cum. They got it on rather quickly and I was turned on. But my cock was still worn down from the sex, so it was taking its time to harden up...

3 years ago
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Part 6 of Pinky and now a new game in play

Part 6 Well we last left off with me off to work and Pinky heading home. I couldn't shake sourpuss and all that happened out of my head. Plus I missed a message from the wife, who felt it was urgent to talk to me. I had a few minutes of free time before checking in but I knew that it was not enough time to talk to her. I had a feeling the wife realized that she sent me the video of her toy and her. I text that I will talk to her later and off to work I went. The day was the normal busy and over...

1 year ago
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Part 4 Pinky the wife and some ass hole

Part 4 After a night that started well and ended with me alone, it took a couple days before I heard from anyone. My wife who is still out in the western part of the state, was surprising me by not leaving me a message in the last three mornings. She is usually the one make the connection, in part knowing I would be at work so early. I sent a few texts to her, only got a responds that she was not feeling well. Of course this brought up the thoughts she got the virus. But thankfully she was not...

3 years ago
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Becoming Pinky For Love

Becoming Pinky for Love Naveen started a startup based in Bengaluru few months ago, it was an e- commerce startup which became an instant hit within few time of its arrival. Naveen who was a CS Engineer looked after the startup alone, but as the business grew he bought an office and also started hiring other people. He first hired Radha, another CSE Graduate who shared his burden of looking after the startup. As time when the startup grew even more and more people were required to...

1 year ago
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Blow Job with Pinky part 1

So where to begin? I am one of the people who is working despite this virus. I am working cause my job never closes and I have 122 residents to look after. My plans with the wife was flipped over due to this outbreak. We had planned to go to Miami for a vacation. It was a must need time for us both. The marriage has suffered due to my job and health issues with the wife. This little trip was meant to light the fire in the bed too. That all changed with the outbreak. But not all the plans were...

4 years ago
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Part 3 Pinky the wife and sex

Part 3 The sun rose up, breaking through the blinds in the living room. I had slept on the love seat, still naked. I took a minute to wake up and look around. The TV was on but, but static as the cable box turns off after several hours. The lights in the living room were off, and so was the kitchen. I looked at the couch to see a blanket but no Pinky. I did see a note on the coffee table next to the couch. No clothes, and no sign of her. I knew she left for now, and the note was by her. I...

4 years ago
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Everyone wants to fuck Pinky

I had not seen much of Pinky (formerly Mort) around my college dorm for a couple days. I knew the bath house owner, Jerry had "put him to work," mingling with guests and frankly, I was missing my fuck boi! When I got to work at the bath house early that day, changed in to my bath robe and headed for Jerry's office to inquire of Pinky. I noticed the shades were drawn which meant that Jerry was having a private fuck session with his other boi toi but I knew I was privileged and knocked on his...

4 years ago
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Beautiful Neighbour Pinky

Here is my new story. Hi I’m Rocky, Thanks for amazing response to my previous story “Loosing Virginity To Maid” I’m happy to share my new story with all. Few months ago I got married and we shifted to a new apartment. Change of job and got good promotion. It was newly constructed apartment and so not all flats were filled up. My married life was very exciting and is very happy. My wife is very beautiful and has very healthy sex. After my marriage I thought of stopping sex with others and be...

3 years ago
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Pinky Sahita Sedina Odia 8211 Part I

Writing the story first time, so please forgive me if you find anything wrong and let me know – Samasta odia toka toki mananku moro namaskar.Mo naa rohit ,age-24,height-5’8”, mun gote m.Tech student . Mu 2-3 barsa hela iss ra regular reader .Mu aji apana mananku mora gote sata ghatana kahibaku jauchi ,mu iss re bahut guda story padhichi, mate starting starting re maximum story micha bhalia laguthila.But after ei ghatana mu bhi jani parili je eisabu emiti kichi asambhaba nuhe. Ebe sidha mu moro...

3 years ago
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Pinky and Deepa

Hi, I am Neel 22 years old from Mumbai and I will narrate you my experience with two sexy sisters. It is really a true story, and it happened with me around 6 months’ back. I was in Pune and not too far from house lived two girls Pinky and Deepa. Let me describe you Pinky a little. She is 5″ 7′ very fair and sexy, cute and decent with long black hairs till her waist and she is really very beautiful. Actually, I was thinking of proposing Pinky, who is 20 years old and very beautiful. One day I...

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