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MAGIC HAPPENS
Winning 37 million dollars changed my life, anyone that says money wont
change them is lying. After winning, the first thing I did was clear all
my debts, give a million to each of my parents, my sister, and some
friends, then I planned the extended holiday of a lifetime. Id always
wanted to spend more time in the United States, and as California was the
sunshine state of the US, I planned on spending at least a month there.
After a very long 14 hour flight on first class, I made it to LAX.
Customs was a breeze as everything was in order. Its amazing how smoothly
things go if you have a valid ticket, passport, visa and money to support
yourself. Los Angeles hadn't changed, it's a city that doesn't change,
that's what I liked about it. After my long flight, all I wanted to do
was sleep. My first class seat was better than I imagined, but a bed was
what I really wanted.
I had a visa to be in the United States for a year and intended to see as
much of it as I could. After checking into my suite at the Beverly Hills
Wilshire Grand Hotel, I collapsed and fell asleep in minutes . I don't
know how long I slept for, but jetlag is a killer. After having a shower
in the huge bathroom, I relaxed on the bed and ordered room service,
money definitely had its advantages, but since I hadn't been raised on
it, I didn't let it think me better than everyone else.
The next day, I changed into jeans, a t-shirt, boots and a leather jacket
to explore the city. Armed with a map and my wits, I saw the better areas
of the city, did a Beverley Hills Urban Assault bike tour, went to
Universal Studios, and went to Disneyland the next day. I spent over 6
hours there, I bought several t-shirts during the day, that's my weakness
when I travel, I buy t-shirts.
As the day wound down, I took a cab back to my hotel and collapsed on the
bed. I was still eager and keyed up, so I got changed and headed out.
Reaching the concierges desk, I asked him what the best clubs to go to
were, he gave me a list of the best places from memory, in return I gave
him a c note as thanks and headed out. The first place I went to was the
Flesh for Fantasy club, I had to show my passport to show that I was over
21 and pay an entrance fee before they would let me inside. Once inside,
it was like most others. A long stage dominated one side of the room,
with multiple tables where patrons could watch the shows going on, the
dimmed lighting only made it more mysterious. Two poles were on either
side of the stage.
Sitting at one of the tables, I ordered a drink and watched the show
going on the stage. Two ultra sexy blonde twins were performing for the
patrons already seated. Smiling as I sat back, I watched them as well, I
enjoyed watching this as much as the next man. The song ended as I
finished my drink and ordered another one. It arrived just as the most
sensual woman I'd ever seen walked out onto the stage to the Britney
Spears song "stronger". She was beautiful and perfect on the stage, long,
silky smooth legs, 4in heels, long auburn hair and blue eyes. Her breasts
had to be a 34DD at least under her bra, and her high cut panties showed
a lot and then some.
I couldn't look away from her as she danced to the music, her hair
flowing behind her and her hips swaying as she danced around the pole,
then swung around it, letting everyone know how skilled she was at pole
dancing, it was definitely an art form that she took to a new level.
Some of the men got closer to the edge and held up notes, which she
knelt down to let them slip under the waistband of her panties.
I knew that they depended on tips to leave with anything resembling a
decent wage. Taking a c note out of my pocket, I held it up as she looked
at my direction and strode across to me. As she turned and kneeled on the
stage in front of me, I gazed up at her perfect body, her breasts barely
contained under her bra, her obviously shaved pussy under her g-string,
everything about her was perfect as I slipped it under the waistband.
Smiling down at me, she knelt closer to softly kiss me, then stood back
up to let other men give her tips as well.
I don't know what it was about her, maybe it was the way she moved, or
smelled, but something drew me to her. I came back the very next night at
the same time, she was there. She even recognised me and thanked me as I
slipped 2 c notes under her panties, I didn't look away as she danced and
swayed to the music. As I finished my drink, I decided to stay longer to
try to talk to her. My patience was rewarded as she walked out through a
back door to the bar,. Even wearing jeans, a top and leather jacket, I
recognised her.
Paying for her drink, I talked to her and felt as if I could tell her
anything. We talked through several drinks before she said she had to go,
but before she did go, I got her name, Samantha. I came back almost every
second night, as I didn't want to be a pest to her, but loved to watch
her dance. She was flawless in every way possible, I made sure she went
home well off and talked to her before she left to go home.
With my next destination being Las Vegas, I came by the night before to
watch her dance just one more time, wearing a sexy red bikini, her
performance was nothing less than perfect, she let me slip three c notes
under her panties but instead of moving on, she told me to wait for her
at the bar. I wasn't about to say no to this and waited for her, as she
exited, she took my hand in hers and lead me out of the club.
In the taxi on the way to her apartment, she kissed me passionately and
deeply, putting on quite a show for the driver as well as I returned her
kiss. Her touch was like tiny electric shocks as we kissed and caressed
each other. As the taxi stopped, I got out as Samantha paid the driver
and guided me to her apartment which wasn't far from Venice Beach.
"nice place". I told her as she lead me into her apartment. Well kept and
furnished, she told me to wait while she changed into something more
comfortable.
Sitting down on one of the sofa's, I checked the time and flipped through
a magazine. It wasn't long before I heard footsteps and looked back up at
the vision standing before me. She was even sexier if that was possible,
as I sat there, I was aware of my cock hardening up in my pants. Slowly
walking across to me, her hips swayed as she stood in front of me.
Wearing a pink satin shelf bra and g-string, thigh highs and 4in heels,
she straddled me and guided my lips to her nipples. Eagerly closing my
lips around them, I suckled on them as she moaned and shook on my lap.
I moved from one to the other as my hands caressed back and forth along
her back and down to her firm ass. Squiring more on me, she kissed me and
took me into her bedroom. Pushing me back onto her king size bed, she
straddled me again and kissed me while her hands unzipped my pants to
caress my hard, sensitive cock. I moaned and squirmed as she pulled my
pants down and took them off me, then slipped her panties off to impale
herself on me. I gripped the bed sheets and moaned out as her pussy
gripped my cock and milked it, like a velvet cushion around my cock as
she thrust back and forth against me.
Barely able to concentrate as she rode me, I saw her drink from a
champagne glass, then drink from it again and lean down to me, as I
parted my lips, she kissed me and fed me the liquid. It tasted sweeter
than any champagne would, but I swallowed it down and felt my body warm
up. As she rode my thick cock, I felt it pulsing inside her as she began
chanting softly, then louder as I was brought closer and closer to my
orgasm, then everything spun around me, my vision blurred and I felt
lost, as if I was floating in an ocean, only there was no water around
me. Before I passed out, I could swear I felt myself cum, but like no
orgasm I've ever had before.
THE NEXT MORNING.
I awoke slowly to the sunlight streaming in through the window and the
sound of a radio going. Slowly opening my eyes, I heard the sounds of
traffic as well as I sat up, as I did, I felt a lock of hair brush
against my face, brushing it aside, I froze as I saw the colour of it,
auburn, the same colour as Samantha's hair. Almost afraid to look, I
glanced down at my body and nearly screamed as I saw a pair of firm 34DD
breasts contained in a pink satin shelf bra, with a pussy in place of my
cock, a smooth trim tummy and long toned thighs with calves to match.
Tiny feet completed my gaze down my body as I tried to will myself to
move or make some noise, but couldn't as I sat there on her bed.
"Ah, I see you're discovering your new body," I heard my own voice say to
me as I turned to the doorway. Too shocked to talk, I stared at my male
body, wearing my clothes from last night and drinking a coffee that she
had clearly made. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it, once a week has
passed, you'll probably never want to be male again," she added as I
swallowed nervously and got to my feet
"What... how did you do this to me, tell me," I asked her as I tried to
sound strong, but my new feminine voice and body made that difficult.
"I put your mind my body, and mine in yours, by giving you a drink, then
chanting a spell I came up with for just this purpose, and before you
ask, it can be reversed," she told me as she offered me a coffee cup as
well. Reaching for it, I tried it and smiled as it was just how I liked
it, coffee, white with one sugar.
"You're a witch, a real witch, no, no way, this only happens in movies,
not real life, things like this cant happen in real life," I told her,
more to reassure myself as I blinked away tears and shook all over.
"It's true, my family is from Massachusetts, near Salem, we prefer to
keep a low profile, I was sent away because I..recklessly used my powers,
which is crap, I only ever used them for the right reasons. So they threw
me out of home, and wouldn't let me back until I pledged to use them for
good, what good are they if I cant use them to better my life," she told
me as she finished her drink. I got the impression that she was fustrated
by her families edict.
"So why do this to me, please undo it, I'm flying to Las Vegas in a few
hours, I cant be late for it," I pleaded with her as she felt in my
jacket for the flight details.
"Oh, that, I'll be the one going on it, I've always wanted to see more of
my own country, and as for you, we're more alike than you realise, look
at your right palm," she told me as she looked at her right hand. As I
looked, I saw a psychic cross there on my hand. "You see, that connects
us and made the swap easier, we both have them on our right hands. I saw
into you, I know you better than you do. you've always wanted to know
what its like to be female, to be me. Well, now your about to find out,
now's your chance," she told me as I looked away, realising how right she
was.
"Before you ask, it's not permanent, and I'll be returning to collect my
body, so keep it in trim condition, it will be good to eat chocolate and
other foods and not gain weight, you don't know how lucky you were," she
told me as I found her panties on the bed and slid them up my calves and
thighs. "Don't worry about not being able to live my life, I've left you
with enough of my memories to allow you to not attract too much attention
or make mistakes, and I have all of yours, at least your parents are
still talking to you," she told me as she handed me a short silk robe to
put on over my body.
The silk robe hugged my body as I tied the sash around my slender waist,
it showed off my thighs and flowed over my breasts, but I felt more
covered up. As I thought of her life, I found I could remember her life,
her childhood, her routines at the strip club, her friends and her fellow
strippers names, her bank details, but not everything. Some details were
being kept from me, that I couldn't remember. When I tried to remember my
own details, I couldn't remember any specific numbers or bank account
details, I was cut off from my own extensive funds.
Curling up on the bed, I blinked away tears as I lay there, trying to
keep control of my emotions. I heard and felt her sit down next to me and
pull me up to rest against her, my face against her shoulder as my tears
streamed down my cheeks and against my jacket. "Shhh.. It's ok.. You'll
like being me, you'll like wearing sexy lingerie and performing for men,
you'll love everything associated with being female, everything," she
whispered into my ear as she caressed along my back and held me as my
tears slowly stopped.
As I finally managed to stop, she smiled and kissed my forehead, then
dialled a taxi from what was now my apartment. Before she left in my male
body, she caressed my back and kissed me on my forehead, reminding me of
how much shorter I was. I was used to being 6ft high, now I was about 5ft
5inches high, she brushed my formerly male fingers through my long red
tresses and held onto me.
"Don't you worry, I'll be back in 6 months to a year, or when I get tired
of being male, I'll call when I can, and as long as you continue to
perform well in my place, you'll be ok, don't worry about a thing, oh,
and you don't have a boyfriend, in case you were wondering," she told me
as she let go of me and took the elevator down from what was now my third
floor apartment to the ground level, where a taxi waited. Before she got
in, she looked up at me, standing on the balcony, and blew me a kiss. A
shiver went through my body as I felt special, and caught it as she got
in and was taken away from me.
Turning and leaning against the balcony, I walked back inside to take
stock of what was now essentially mine. Her apartment was clean and
stocked with good quality furniture, framed art prints were on the walls.
Her kitchen was stocked with good food, a lot of healthy meals. She had
some bottles of white and red wine in a rack under one of the benches,
which let me know that she did entertain occasionally. Her bathroom was
clean and tidy, filled with toiletries and feminine hygiene products,
including a fresh box of birth control pills. An opened box of tampons
were on the basin. As I thought of them, I brought up a memory of her
changing them, I knew exactly how to take one out and insert one inside
me, from that, I also knew that she had had her period 5 days ago. That
gave me some breathing room, how women dealt with all this I'll never
know, but id leave with more knowledge of women than I ever wanted to
know.
Returning to her bedroom, I looked in her drawers and wasn't surprised to
find a wide selection of lingerie, high cut and crotchless panties,
matching silk and lacy bras, thigh highs and nylons were in another
shelf. Her wardrobe yielded a lot more, a wide selection of skirts, tops,
dresses, some gowns. Everything was designed to show off this body, she
knew how to dress sexually, I thought to myself as I closed the closet
and sat down at her make up table. It wasn't hard to bring up memories of
her applying make up, foundation, eyeshadow, eyeliner, lipstick. I could
bring them all up easily, so I would be able to make her look as stunning
as the first time I saw her on stage.
Bringing up more of her memories, I knew she wouldn't be needed at the
club until 7.30pm, so I had a long shower to wash away any sweat from our
coupling last night. My petite body was a lot more sensitive than my male
body, as I lathered up my body, the scent of lavender surrounded me as I
ran my hands all over me, over my trim belly, firm breasts, hips. Slight
touches to my shaved pussy made me gasp and lean against the side for
support.
I wasn't ready for that, I'm not, I told myself as I shampooed and
conditioned my long hair. Her memories on everyday things were easy to
bring up. She hadn't done this to hurt me, but had definitely planned for
this, and what about her family, what if they found out and came here
from the east coast. Turning off the water, I stepped out and dried
myself, taking my time as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. A red
haired angel stared back at me, her breasts rose and fell as the look in
her eyes was deep and mysterious, daring any man or woman who looked into
them to lose themselves. It was my reflection and took some getting used
to.
After an hour of looking through her apartment for clues or more answers
to questions, I changed into a snug grey sports bra, black shorts and
sneakers and left the building to jog along the boardwalks and paths
along Venice Beach. With my hair in a ponytail behind me and my breasts
bouncing slightly under my bra, I was glad for the support. Several
whistles in my direction reminded me of what sex I was and how the world
saw me. It would take some getting used to, as part of me didn't want to
accept the swap and rebelled. Part of me craved more attention and was
flattered by it as I jogged along.
Stopping after about an hour, I stopped to catch my breath and bought a
600ml bottle of water from a vending machine. Drinking the water next to
it, I accessed Samantha's memories and found that she did this a lot, she
exercised a lot to keep fit and to keep her job. I wanted my own body
back so I didn't plan to do anything to jepardise that.
As I finished the water, I noticed a man watching me, no, he was staring
at me openly. He was about 40 to 45, wearing shorts and a polo shirt. I
knew id seen him somewhere, but where, or was he from Samantha's
memories. Feeling unnerved by his stare, I walked away from him and
glanced behind me to see him following me. Trying to will him to go away,
I heard his footsteps follow me and turned as he was mere feet from me.
"Can I help you with something?" I asked him as he stood there.
"I know you, you work at that club?" he asked me as he looked me over,
and not in a way that made me feel safe.
"Maybe I do, maybe you have the wrong girl, so don't follow me," I told
him as I turned to walk away, then winced as he grabbed my arm and kept
me from going anywhere.
"Oww, let go of me," I told him as he pulled me close and ran his hand
over my breasts.
"Mmm, you never let me touch them at the club, never, you little tease
you," he said almost to himself as he kept me from going anywhere. I felt
fear for the first time as he mentally undressed me, then traced his hand
down my hip. I had to get away from him somehow, and tried to pull free
as his hand got closer to the crotch of my shorts.
"Stop dammit, let go of me, now," I nearly screamed at him as my raised
voice only angered him.
I didn't know if anyone would hear me, but someone did as I heard another
voice from behind me. "There a problem here?"
Turning my head to see who it was, I was glad and overjoyed to see two
well built men standing there, standing at least 6.2 high, bare chested,
probably passersby that heard my raised voice.
"Yes, there is, he followed me and wont let go of me," I told them as
they came closer. Moving with incredible speed, one took the arm of my
attacker and twisted it behind him while the other punched him hard in
the stomach. I could hear the air leaving him as he gasped and fell to
his knees.
"When a lady says no, that's what it means," they told him as he knelt
there, unable to get up as he struggled to breathe. Id been hit like that
before so I knew he wasn't hurt that badly.
"Thank you, both of you, I was ready to knee him myself when you showed
up, thank you again," I told them as they gave me the classic once over,
the kind I'd give to a girl.
"It was our pleasure, really, I'm Matt, and this is Stuart, and who might
you be?" they asked me as I rubbed my sore upper arm.
"I'm... Samantha, I live pretty close to here, I'm just glad you were
nearby," I told them as I looked them over as well.
I'd never lusted after guys before, only girls, but Samantha's
preferences and hormones did their magic on me, my gaze moved from their
faces down to their muscular chests, abs. My pussy throbbed as I ran my
tongue over my lips without realising it. What was happening to me, I
asked myself as I was clearly being turned on.
"You should be ok, if he knows what's good for him, he'll stay away from
you, but if you wanted to join us, we'd be more than happy to escort you
around for the day," Matt told me as they awaited my response. My mind
was saying run, go now, while my body was saying go with them, my body
and new instincts won out and I joined them.
They got a lot of attention as they walked with me, they told me they
were holidaying from Kansas, the first time they'd seen an ocean before,
on and on. I smiled and listened to them tell me everything. As we sat
down to a fish and chip lunch, I told them about my life, Samantha's at
least, what I could bring up from memory. They were friendly and
approachable, polite and attentive.
After walking with them back towards my apartment, I thanked them again
and on impulse, got up on tiptoes to kiss Matt, then Stuart. Normally id
never do such a thing, it was just wrong, but as Samantha, it was the
most natural thing in the world for me to do. From the look on their
faces, I knew I could ask them for a kidney and they'd offer them.
They told me they were staying in a nearby hostel, I promised that id see
them again when I was near the beach and went upstairs to my apartment to
get ready for tonights show at Flesh for Fantasy. I showered and changed
into a black invisi bra and matching panty, then a denim miniskirt and
black halter top. Putting on a suede jacket as well, I slipped my feet
into a pair of 3in heeled leather boots.
Checking my reflection in the mirror, I was amazed by how I didn't feel
self conscious, it felt like the most normal thing to wear. Brushing my
long hair back and putting the top part into a braid, I applied a light
coat of make up and picked up a black shoulder bag containing her purse,
cell phone, which no girl leaves home without, and other assorted items
that id need. Calling a taxi from my apartment, I locked it up and went
downstairs as I saw it park and wait for me.
As I got in, I glanced down at my sensual, petite body and hoped that I
could do this, my first performance on stage. Even with Samantha's
extensive memories, I was still nervous, but I could do this.
End of part one, more to come. The more reviews I get, the more I'll be
spurred on to write more chapters.
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