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I woke up, blinked a few times and looked around the room, quickly noting all the unfamiliar feminine accoutrements that declared this to be a woman's room. Even after all this time, it still felt a little strange to wake up to these things. It was my girlfriend's flat and I was the sort of guy who liked his own personal space. I rolled over, put an arm around her and she snuggled up closer to me. However, at that moment, personal space couldn't have been further from my mind. Mornings like this are what relationships are all about. Those quiet moments when there are no wants or needs, just two people sharing one another. If only it could be like this all the time. I dozed for a while, happily just laying there with Rachel. We'd been together for about a year and things were going pretty well too. We were both in our late twenties and had to come accept that we were never going to meet our perfect partners. So when met one another and realised there was at least something there, we were quite happy with just that. Time passed in my doze and eventually she rolled over and kissed me. My eyes opened to see her. "Hi handsome," she said with a smile. It was that smile that I loved most about her. Rachel looked at me and put a hand on my arm. "So what you got planned for me to day?" Today was her 30th birthday and I'd worked hard to find her a really good gift. Ok, so I'd got her more than one gift (I may be a lot of things, but I'm not a fool), still I wanted to find her something really special, that no one else would. Rachel is a popular girl and not at all like any of my previous girlfriends. She was witty, funny and cool. Way cooler than me, in fact. To be honest, I was a bit of an idiot. I drank too much, spent too much money on the wrong things and generally managed to make a mess of everything. The only thing that I had got right from day one was my relationship with her. Ok, so I've admitted she wasn't my ideal woman: she was willowy and waif-like (some of my friends said she could do with eating a few 'burgers) with small breasts and my family didn't like her because they thought she was weird. She was roughly about five feet ten which was only a little shorter than my own six feet. I liked her long sandy hair though which was naturally wavy and she had a cute face. I wasn't bad looking either, if I do say so myself, and although I could do with dropping a few pounds, I was far from overweight. But you know what? I didn't and don't care about any of that. Here I was, lying next to a woman who made me feel important and made me feel like less of an idiot. I grinned at her. "Remind me, what's today again?" She slapped me playfully. "Don't even start that, mister!" "What! Come on, tell me, I mean, it's a Saturday right, I need a bit more than that" Rachel narrowed her eyes at me in suspicion. "If you've for--" I burst out laughing before she could even finish the sentence and that made her slap me again. "Ok, ok, ya got me." I grabbed her, rolled on top and kissed her hard, my tongue pushing in to her mouth. "Well, first thing I thought was I'd give you this?" I kissed her again, cupped a breast and slowly kissed my way south? *** After we'd showered and got some breakfast, I made her sit in her lounge while I got her stuff. I went down to my car, got my bag out of the boot and went back up the stairs to her flat. She was still sat there where I'd left her, an impish grin on her face. I could tell she was excited and I couldn't help but smile. "So here we are, birthday girl," I said, sitting down in front of her. She could barely contain herself? I opened my bag and pulled out a few wrapped gifts. Just some small things to start with; a bottle of her favourite perfume, a new pair of earrings, a birthday card with a health spa certificate, some bath salts and a new make-up compact. She opened them all quickly and excitedly, ripping the paper off as if she were five years old again. I could tell she was happy and when she'd finished looking over everything, she hugged me and said "Awww Ben, you didn't need to get me all this stuff" I kissed her. "I've not finished yet, there's one last thing." I pulled out the last gift for her. My crowning achievement. I'd found it three months ago in a charity shop. I saw it in the window and knew instantly that it would be the perfect gift for a certain 30 year old girl? She took the gift from me and looked at me. "What is it?" "Open it and find out." Rachel slowly unwrapped it, not quite sure what to expect. It was rare for me to actually surprise her and when she opened it, the look on her face was priceless. In her hands, she held a large leather-bound book. The leather was brown and faded, worn from use. The book had no name or title on it but it looked just like the sort of thing she'd like. You see, my girlfriend was really into the occult and mysticism. She went to seminars on spiritualism and the Wicca and stuff like that. I didn't really get it myself but she liked it and so I paid some attention to it. Like any good relationship, there's some give and take: I take her to see some movie where every two minutes there's an explosion and she's bored after the first five minutes, she tells me about some witch or warlock or sorcerer that lived ages ago and I try not to yawn. This book looked like how I'd imagine a spell book should look, when it was sat there in the window. I went in to the shop and had a look at it, opening it up carefully, I found all kinds of weird symbols and stuff. It looked good, so I decided that I'd get it her. Rachel caressed the book, a look of absolute awe on her face. That's when I knew I'd done a good thing. She looked up at me and smiled softly. She gave me a look I couldn't read. "What?" I asked cautiously. "Oh Ben, this is beautiful. Where on Earth did you find it?" she asked, her voice thick with emotion. I grinned. "It found me, I think. I just saw it and decided that it would be perfect for you." Rachel carefully put the book down next to her and hugged me tightly. "This has to be the most thoughtful gift." She pulled away and looked at me. "Thank you" she said pointedly, she leaned in and gave me such a kiss! She'd incensed me and so I kissed her back, pulling her top off while our tongues danced. We made love there on the floor and lay in each other's arms afterward, satisfied and happy. "Wow," was all I could muster. "You deserved that," she said. "Yeah but?wow," was my considered reply. "You liked that?" she said kittenishly, biting my ear softly. I held her tight for a few moments before having to get up. She pouted as I took my arms from her. "Sorry Rachel, but we've got to get going. I've arranged for you to go shopping with your sister. I want you to pick out a new dress for tonight. I'm taking you out tonight" I'd booked a table at our favourite Italian restaurant. I mean, it was pretty obvious that this is what I'd do, as I'm not the most imaginative bloke there is out there, but I doubt she suspected that I'd propose to her. You see, we'd been together for a year and I couldn't actually imagine being with anyone else. She'd captivated me completely from the first time we met and now, here I was, planning to marry her and spend the rest of my life with her. It was strange. I never thought I'd meet anyone that was this important to me, never mind someone I'd actually ask to marry me. Yet, I really couldn't imagine a life without her and so it just felt right to take things in this direction. I quickly got dressed and grabbed my car keys. Rachel didn't drive so I'd made preparations for her to be looked after today. "Right sweetheart, your sister will be along in a short while. I have to go and take care of a few things. I'll be back later today." 'Take as long as you like shopping, just make sure you aren't too late as our table is booked for half seven," I said. I kissed her again as she was buttoning up her blouse and then was off out the flat. *** I had a few errands to run that day but more importantly, I had to pick up the engagement ring. I drove around town doing various things and called in at Lucita's, her favourite Italian restaurant to drop off the ring off with them. Yeah, I knew it was cheesy, but I asked them if they could bring out the ring with the bill instead of the usual mints. Sometimes, a bit of corny romanticism was exactly what was called for. I'd gone to extra lengths for this birthday, I admit it. I'm not normally this thoughtful. Yet, it was only the week before when I awoke up in my own bed in the flat that I shared with my friend Nick and realised that I didn't want to wake up on my own anymore. Before that realisation, I used to fight tooth and claw for my own personal space, for my time with my friends. In fact, it was a constant source of annoyance for Rachel. I liked going out with my friends and I liked getting in when I wanted, I liked getting food when I felt like it and liked spending a night playing video games. She wanted more and more of my time and I fought against it. In fact, one day she said in exasperation, "Benjamin! You know, one day you going to have to make a choice: do you want me or your bachelorhood?" A few days later I woke up and realised I'd made that choice. Not being one to beat around the bush, I got up and spoke to her sister Louise about it and wondered if Rachel was in the same place as me. Louise had always been really nice and I got on with her famously. She was gobsmacked when I asked her if Rachel was ready to get engaged. I felt such an idiot when she said, "Ben, you can be such a dumbo sometimes: she's been ready for about six months. She loves you, you muppet!" So I met up with her and we selected a ring. Louise helped me make all the arrangements. She'd been a massive help and I really appreciated it. I think she was quite happy to be getting me as her brother-in- law. I knew that Rachel had seen some real idiots in the past and it had always concerned Louise that her sister was going to end up with one of those? It was late afternoon by the time I'd finished with the restaurant and got back to Rachel's flat. I let myself in and was surprised to find Rachel sat on her settee. "What are you doing here?" Rachel half-jumped out of her skin and turned round to me, a guilty expression on her face. "Er?hi Ben," she said sheepishly. "I didn't expect you to have finished shopping until gone six. Its only four now" She couldn't look me in the eye and my heart sank. I'd been here before with an ex-girlfriend and it ended up with me walking out and punching my ex-best friend in the face. "Tell me what's going on, Rachel," I said darkly, my voice low and suspicious. She stood up, cradling the book in her hands and look at me. When she moved, I could see a lot of reference books, print outs and notes scattered around her couch and floor. "Ben, don't get so worried, it's nothing, really. I just decided not to go shopping because I wanted to read this book," she said quickly. I looked at her gone out. "You blew off your sister to sit and read a book? Rachel! Why?!" I asked, more angry that she was jeopardising my carefully planned surprise than that she'd let her sister down. She started forwards, a look of excitement on her face. "Ben, you don't realise what this book is," she said holding it up to me, as if showing it me would make me understand, "This?this book is the Unnamed Grimoire?it's a completely unique tome that--" "You what?" I interrupted, annoyed at her, "What on Earth are you on about?" "Ben, listen, you've somehow managed to get hold of a unique book of power. Where did you find it?" I shrugged, becoming more and more sullen. I was getting irritated because I knew that she would want to stay in and do research. That was one of Rachel's little things: if she got excited about something, she dropped everything until she finished what she was doing or got bored. Inadvertently, I'd sparked her interest and that meant that if this conversation went down its usual route, we were going to have a big argument. I decided to be an adult and try and head it off. "Look, Rachel, I know you are excited but we've got plans for tonight. I know you want to look at that book and read it and research it and talk to your friends about it, but I've made important arrangements for us tonight. I've got it all planned out. Can we talk about this book later?" I asked as gently as possible. She screwed up her face as I spoke, however, meaning that I'd gone and upset her plans. "You're not listening, Ben, this is a magic book. This is vitally important." I gaped at her not quite comprehending what she was saying. "Come off it, Rachel. You aren't trying to tell me that you've got a genuine book of spells in your hands? That's ridiculous!" That was exactly the wrong thing to say. "I don't care what you think Ben. I know this is real. How many times do we have to have this argument? I believe in magic, you know that. I believe in ghosts and mysticism and the power of reiki and the universe." We had had this argument a lot, in all fairness. I didn't really believe in anything like that and she did. We'd argued but it had never really seemed that serious to me. Obviously, it meant a lot more to her than I'd thought. Looking at her expression and how she held the book, I suddenly got the impression that it was akin to a clergyman getting a phone call from God? "Ok," I said quietly and calmly, holding my hands up. "I didn't appreciate how important that book would be. I can understand how you might feel. But, can you understand how I feel? I've got some really important plans for this evening, things that mean a lot to me. Can't you put that book down for an evening?" Rachel bit her lip and looked at me for a long time. "Benjamin," she started. "Ben. I love you. You know I do. If I could make you understand how much I loved you, it would probably scare you. But this," she held up the book, "This is possibly the most important thing I can ever think of." She must have seen my expression because she changed tack, "I know that I can't explain to you what this means. You don't believe in the same things as me and I accept that. But I've got to try." 'This book. This book, it is the pinnacle achievement of the mystic world. It is like?the discovery of electricity. Nearly everything we do in our daily lives revolves around that discovery. This is book is as important as that." I looked at her and just couldn't understand what she was getting at. It was a stupid book I'd found in some stupid charity shop window. And there she was telling me it was the most important thing in the world at that moment in time. Part of me wanted to walk out that door and just turn my back on this whole situation. Once upon a time, I may well have done that but this was Rachel. I don't think I could have walked away, even if I'd wanted to. "Ben?" she asked, a concerned look on her face. I looked at her and I knew she could read my expression. To be fair, I've the worst poker face ever and consequently, I might as well just have written "One Pissed Off Dude" on my forehead. I continued to stare at her in silence for a few long, drawn out moments, not quite sure what I was going to do. She asked again, "Ben? What's wrong? I've never seen you so angry." After a time, I finally answered, "You know what Rachel, this is your birthday. I'm not going to ruin it for you. You let me know when you are finished with that book. And if you want to know why I'm so angry, ask your sister." I turned on my heel and stormed out. Seems that there was no other conclusion to that situation. *** After cancelling my plans and retrieving the engagement ring, I spent the next day really angry at the world. Nick tried to talk to me about it but quickly learned to stay out of my way. I think the thing that pissed me off the most was the fact that Rachel didn't even bother to contact me. Ok, I know I wasn't being particularly adult but she'd basically told me that I wasn't the most important thing in her life. Realistically, you have to ask how many partners really are, still, I didn't want to hear that. After a listless Sunday, there finally came a knock at my bedroom door and a voice said "Hi, it's me, can I come in?" It was Rachel. Part of me was glad that she'd bothered to make the effort, that she must actually give a crap. The other part of me was still angry, however. "Yeah," I managed sulkily. My tallish, slender girlfriend walked in, dressed in new a black cocktail dress and expensive stilettos. She'd styled her hair differently and, coupled with the earrings I'd bought her, I had to admit, she looked extremely hot. She smiled demurely and sat on the edge of my bed. "Hi," she said. I looked at her, finding it very difficult to be angry. "So I spoke to Louise," she started after a few moments of silence from me, "She wouldn't explain why you were so angry but I'm sorry Ben. I really am." 'I can understand why you were upset with me and I know I can get things stuck in my head and that I can't let them go. Anyway, let's forget about all that and let's just have a good night out. I got us reservations at Lucita's. Just like you planned." I looked at her. "Have you finished with that book then?" She smiled at me. "Let's say something more important came up." I have to admit, my anger had dissipated somewhat, however, my ego was still bruised. Forgetting about the past twenty four hours wasn't going to happen overnight. In all honesty, we'd probably had the first major fight of our relationship and it was something we were going to have to talk about. I still couldn't believe it had happened, really. I mean, Rachel had let me down to read a book she claimed to contain magical lore. It all seemed so ridiculous but her belief in such things was a fundamental part of her. Even though I couldn't understand it, I had to accept that or move on. I wasn't prepared to do the latter, so really had no choice but to do the former. Yet, after yesterday, I was still annoyed at her and decided that I would put off asking her to marry me until decided just how pissed off I was about it all. *** The meal was perfect and by the time we got back to her flat, I'd completely forgotten about our argument. Sure, the bottle of wine I'd drunk helped with that but still, I'd forgiven her. Inside her flat, we went straight to the bedroom, stripping off in the hall as we went. Her bedroom had large candles all around and I sat on the bed whilst she lit them. Rachel used a lot of candles so I was pretty used to this sort of thing, however, she muttered something under breath as she lit each one. There was a strange smell in the air and I was pretty certain it was coming from the candles. She turned to me and smile, standing there in her bra and thong. She put a hand on her hip and said sultrily, "Have I got a surprise for you." I looked at her, feeling ever so slightly queasy. I pulled off my socks, kicked my trousers off and then took off my boxers. Her eyes fell to my stiffening cock and she grinned at me. She took off her bra, giving me a good view of her breasts and slid her thong down, slowly, giving me quite a show. She the slowly walked toward me, swinging her hips and pushed me down on the bed so I was on my back. She asked me "Do you give me the gift of your manhood?" I laughed and said "Rachel, I think you've got whatever you want!" "Just answer the question, Ben!" she said a little bit too forcefully. "Fine! Yes!" I said grinning, staring at the ceiling. With that I felt her lips slide down the length of my cock. Her tongue licked my helmet and I looked up to see her wrap a hand around my length. My penis was around six inches and fairly thick. I knew that I was only average in that department, perhaps even a bit under but in her hands it looked huge. After she teased my cock with her tongue for a few moments and had got it pulsatingly hard, she slid her lips over it once more and began to rhythmically blow me. Seeing her head bobbing up and down on my penis was almost as exciting as her actually sucking me off and when she looked up at me, I could've blown my wad right then. I lay back once more and enjoyed her ministrations. I was drunk and felt a bit sick from the smell of the candles but that did not stop me enjoying Rachel giving me the blowjob of my life. I felt myself on the verge of coming and told her that but she kept on going. Up and down she went along the length of my shaft and I could feel the pleasure growing. My cock had never felt so hard and this had never felt so good. When I finally came, I had the most explosive orgasm of my life. Stars were in my eyes as I shot my seed into her mouth and the pleasure just kept on going. My orgasm seemed to go on forever as I came and came, sperm pouring out of me and being sucked down by her. When eventually it stopped, I felt absolutely exhausted. I lay there, for a few moments unable to even think straight. Eventually, for the second time that weekend, all I managed to say was "Wow". However, something wasn't quite right. My voice sounded weird and so I coughed, trying to clear my throat but that sounded weirder. "I think you broke me," I said with a laugh, only it wasn't me saying it. Well, they were my words but it wasn't my voice. The voice I heard was a woman's and that made no sense at all. "What's going on?" I said, my voice sounding weird to my ears. I sat up, in a slight panic and felt something move on my chest. I looked down and saw a pair of tits. Down between the breasts where my cock should be was a pussy. I looked up at Rachel. Only it wasn't Rachel there, it was some really skinny guy stood there with his small cock displayed for all to see. "Where is Rachel? What's happening? What's wrong with me?" I said, fear beginning to set in. "Ssshhhh, Ben, its ok. Its ok. Its me," said the man in a vibrant voice. "I don't understand what is happening," I said trying to comprehend. I looked down again at the breasts hanging from my chest. I reached up and grabbed them with my tiny hands and felt them there. My hands registered warm soft breast and my breast registered a light touch which felt oddly nice. All in all, I couldn't deny that somehow a pair of tits had appeared. The man sat down on the bed and I shuffled away slightly, afraid of what was happening. "Ben, it's me Rachel. Don't be afraid. It's alright. I don't know the best way to say this, so I'm just going to say it?I cast a spell on you using the Unnamed Grimoire." 'I transferred your manhood on to me. I had to make you understand, make you believe that it was all real. Then you'd understand why I acted like I did yesterday." I sat staring at her for a few minutes finding it difficult to comprehend what she was saying. My girlfriend had just told me she'd turned me in to a woman to prove that magic existed. Nothing in the world could have prepared me for that and deciding how to react was proving somewhat troublesome. Silence reigned between us and the man looked at me, concern registering on his face. "Say something, Ben," he said. Moments more passed and eventually I managed to pull enough wits together to respond, "If you wanted to make me believe in magic, couldn't you have just done something else?" "Such as?" "I don't know! Pull a rabbit out of hat or something! I'd have thought there were a million and one things that would come on the list of trying to prove magic was real before turning your boyfriend in to a woman!" I said, flooding with anger. The man at the end of the bed looked at me and grinned sheepishly. "Well, really, doing this makes a lot of sense. For starters, for you to truly believe that it wasn't some kind of trick and, knowing you, you would have found some way to rationalise anything that wasn't a first hand experience, I had to cast a spell on you, something you couldn't possibly deny." I looked at the man claiming to be my girlfriend. I tried to cross my arms angrily but my new boobs got in the way. I looked down and tried to find some way to fold my arms without being reminded that I had tits. Nothing came to mind immediately, so I gave up. At least 'Rachel' had the decency to ignore my failed efforts. "Secondly, given that I had to do something to you, a transformation seemed the most effective way of giving you a first hand magical experience. So I could have cast something else but, really, changing a person's gender seemed to be the easiest kind of magic." "I'd have said that turning a man in to a woman was a bit more complicated than, say, giving me a huge penis or another arm or something." "Actually Ben, there's not much difference between a man and a woman. Not really. Sure, there are all the secondary characteristics and all that but really, aside from some minor tweaks, men and women aren't that different biologically. And if you think about it, we all start out as female, just some of us become male." I stared at the man opposite me for quite some time. I wasn't quite ready to accept all this as if it were commonplace but, really, 'Rachel' did have a point. Confronted with the fact that in a matter of moments, I'd lost a penis and gained a pair of breasts and a vagina, it was a little hard to deny. "How long do I stay like this then?" I asked quietly. I was angry and hurt that Rachel had done this. At the same time, I felt like my eyes had been opened. All this time I'd treated her beliefs as if they were some kind of accepted joke and here I was, living proof that magic did indeed exist. With that revelation, it was kind of hard to be truly angry. "Until I give you the gift of my manhood," he said. "But it's not your manhood! Its mine!" I said irritably. "I don't think it quite works like that, Ben. I don't think magic works on wordplays like that," he said a little condescendingly. "Look, it doesn't matter. I'm convinced. You convinced me that magic is real. I'm not sure how that leaves the world but as far as us two being here sat on this bed, I believe you. " 'I'd like to find someway to deny it, I really would. I mean, magic being real? The idea is ridiculous to me. This whole situation is ridiculous. I mean how can it be real? How can you cast a spell on me? Its all so, so, ridiculous!" 'But, like you say, I am sat here my eyes tell me you're a man and I'm quite obviously a woman. How can I deny it?" 'Now, can you give me back my manhood? My nipples are getting cold," I said not trying to be funny but 'Rachel' gave me such a weird look that I burst out laughing. As we sat there laughing and feeling somewhat relieved that I could go back to being a man again, the tension in the air fled. "So how did you manage this then? Surely learning magic is a complicated process?" A stray hair fell in my face and brushed it away. Absently, I noted that my hair had grown quite considerably in the transformation. "Well, yes and no. Magic is a really complicated science to understand, however, once you get the fundamentals down, it's really quite simple," he said rather mysteriously. "There wasn't a single part of that I understood, Rachel," I said. "Umm. Right. Well, magic isn't some force that just does whatever it likes. Magic is just another way of manipulating the world like electricity or mobile phones or anything, it's just done in a different way." 'I'd say the easiest way to understand it is this: reality is like a computer programme. It ticks along keeping things the way they are because that's the way it has been programmed. Magic is just the art of changing that programming through an expression of willpower and tools." "So all you did was tell reality to transfer my manhood into you?" "Yes! That's it!" "Ok. So can anyone do it?" "I think so. But you've got to believe in it. I think that's the principle issue. If you don't one hundred per cent believe it's going to work, it won't. At least, that's how I understand it." "So you truly believed that you could turn me in to a woman and turn yourself in to a man?" The man got that exasperated look on his face that I knew so well from Rachel's. It was then that I realised that the man sat in front of me could have been Rachel's twin brother. "Ben! That's what I've been trying to tell you since we first got together! I truly and utterly believe in magic. I always have! It's not some fair-weather fancy or some teenage fad. I always knew magic existed but could never give any proof to anyone." Part of me felt sad for Rachel at that point. I blatantly never took her very seriously in her belief of the occult, feeling that it was just some quirk of hers. To hear that she had truly believed in it and that it was actually real, well, I felt like I'd let her down. "Ok," I said suddenly, "Fair enough. I apologise for not taking your beliefs more seriously but how could you believe in something that you had no tangible proof of and, more importantly, everyone laughed at you for?" "Silly, millions of people do that everyday by believing in God or Allah or Vishnu or whoever," he said smiling slightly. "Yes, but there are whole texts of why people should believe in God because there is no proof." "I don't have an answer to that, Ben. I really wish I did." I'd relaxed completely now, settled in to my new body a bit more. I wasn't sure whether it was the alcohol still in my system or the fact that, when faced with cold hard facts, there isn't much else you can do. I got off the bed, wobbling slightly as stood up. I'd quite clearly lost at least a foot from my six feet in height. My boobs wobbled as I clumsily stood up. "How on Earth do you get used to these things flobbing around every time you take a step?" I asked Rachel. He laughed. "Well usually they just kind of grow on you and one day you've got a pair of breasts. You usually get more time to get used to the idea, sweetheart. Not that mine were particularly large. Not like yours." I looked down and examined them a bit closer. "They do look quite big don't they." I couldn't really get a good look at them from this angle so I went over to her vanity mirror. I looked at the woman staring out at me and she looked pretty, if I did say so myself. She could have easily have been my sister. The woman had long black hair, that was a bit wavy and neat eyebrows. Full sensuous lips and a pair of perfect breasts. "Whoah! They're huge! They look like double Ds at least!" I said quite impressed with my new physique. I cupped my boobs and felt an electric thrill. My hands were very small which only made my boobs look bigger. The man on the bad laughed Rachel's laugh. "No sweetheart, they are probably closer to Cs. They are quite large on you though, so you could be forgiven for thinking that." I was barely listening to be honest. I looked at myself in the mirror and was getting quite turned on by what I was looking at. When you are a man, it's quite hard not to get turned by a naked woman and here I was, staring at one right now, even if it was me! I could feel my nether regions getting moist and I suddenly became very self conscious. I stopped examining myself and quickly moved away from the mirror. "What's wrong?" asked 'Rachel' suddenly. I went red with embarrassment and he burst out laughing. "I see. Well the spell makes you become what you would have physically been if you had developed as woman but it doesn't do anything to your mind. And you've spent years being a man attracted to women, half an hour as a woman isn't going to change that." He looked down and gave himself a quick examination. He stood up and went to the mirror to get a better look. "I think you got the better deal though, Ben. I'm glad that I wasn't born a man, looking at myself, I'm not exactly bursting with masculinity am I." He looked down at his cock which was quite a bit smaller than mine. "And that's supposed to be a penis?" He looked over at me. "Does my penis look small to you?" I looked down at his cock and didn't have the heart to tell him what I truly felt. "It looks ok from here. But then I hardly went around looking at men's cocks." Rachel smiled at me. I checked him out and, where as a woman she'd be cute as a waif, as a man she looked scrawny and pigeon-chested. He was under six foot in height and slim but not very athletic. My male body wasn't exactly trim but it had definition to it and only a bit of a gut, so I was quite happy with it. Rachel's male body made my male body look positively buff. "I can see you've no hint of lesbianism. That's good to know," I said grinning. "Huh?" said Rachel. "You're staring at me and not looking at my tits or my pussy or even getting hard at all. Like you said, the spell affects us physically and not mentally. You've spent just as much time as me looking at men," I said with a smirk. Rachel blushed. "It's funny. I look at you and I think 'She's cute' and feel a bit of jealously, particularly because of your boobs. But I don't think 'I want to make love to her'" I nodded. This I understood. "It's kind of the same with me. I look at you and I see another guy, not a potential partner." I paused, thinking about something she'd said. "I never knew you were bothered by the size of your breasts." The man looked away from me and over at the window. "Well, it's not something I like to admit. Most girls want bigger boobs and there's a reason why so many have surgery. I mean, mine are barely B cups and I've seen how you look at girls with bigger chests. Yeah, it bothers me but I love you, so I never said anything." I felt yet another pang for Rachel. Here was this girl that I wanted to marry and yet I felt like I hardly knew her now. "It doesn't mean anything you know. It's not something I even think about. It's an automatic reflex for most guys: we see a woman, we check out her sexual characteristics and decide whether we want to sleep with her or not." Rachel looked genuinely shocked for a moment and then looked sheepish. "Ok. I admit it, I do it too. For guys I mean. But not because I want them but because, well, I just do. I think everyone must appraise people for compatibility without think. But when I see you do it, it makes me feel like I'm not good enough." I smiled and ran a hand through my long, luxurious hair, enjoying the sensation of it. "Well I'm sorry for that. You have to know that it means absolutely nothing. Less than nothing. I don't even realise that I'm doing it. Next time I do it, just tell me. I don't want to upset you." Rachel smiled and came toward me. As she walked, I could see her penis stirring, slowly stiffening. She stopped and looked down as her cock swelled. "Er?Ben?why's it doing that?" I burst out laughing. "Well, you may not be attracted to me physically looking like this and all, but that doesn't mean that you aren't attracted to me and the things I say." His, or hers should I say, penis grew harder and I could see that fully engorged it wasn't that small after all. I guessed that it was around five inches or so. Smaller than mine was but not so bad. Rachel looked down at it and put a hand round it. "Why does it feel massive but look so much smaller? It's like the whole world is focussed on my penis." I grinned. "That's just the tip of the iceberg, love. Come on, sit on the bed." Rachel sat on the edge of the bed. I moved up behind him, sitting with my legs around her waist and my boobs pressed in to his back. I reached around a hand and wrapped it round her cock. "What are you doing?" asked Rachel but she quickly got the idea. "That feels good." I slowly began to move my tiny hand up and down his shaft. "That feels really good." I started to move my hand quicker up and down her pole, just starting to get a good rhythm going when she came, semen shooting on to my hand. "Er?sorry. I guess I got a bit excited. How come you don't shoot that quickly?" I had to admit, with my boobs pressed in to her back, my nipples were rubbing slightly and it felt really nice. My nipples were getting stiff and I could feel my pussy becoming slick. All this sexual activity was turning me on, even if I was touching another man's penis. "I've had years of practice, Rachel. If you don't learn a bit of self- control, it's very easy to come for man. Sometimes, when I'm jacking myself off, I can come in seconds. It doesn't take much," I admitted. My hand was all sticky from his come and it was a bit unpleasant. I slid back from him, boobs bouncing here and there as I stood on the bed and I headed out to the bathroom. Out in the hall, it was a bit cooler and the air on my slick pussy felt nice. I got to the bathroom and washed my hands. I looked at myself in the mirror and was caught by my reflection. I really was a hot looking woman and a part of me really wanted to reach and fondle those perfect breasts I could see reflected. I looked around and realised what a stupid thought that was: they were my breasts and no one could stop me from having a bit of a feel. So I watched in the mirror as the girl there started to touch her boobs. She brought up her tiny hands and caressed the full, ripe melons that hung from her chest. Regardless of what Rachel had said earlier about their size, they really did look huge. I started to circle the areoles and then to lightly massage my nipples. They were already stiff from the cool air and seeing the girl in the mirror playing with them, whilst feeling the sensations as I worked them, really started to get me horny. My boobs felt wonderful as I played with them. I sat down on the toilet seat and looked down at my pussy. It was difficult to get a good view because of my boobs but I could just about see black hair around an ever-moistening slit. A hand snaked down from a boob and started to explore my pussy. It felt weird at first as it was wet and more than a bit sloppy from my juices. I touched the folds of my vagina and then slipped an index finger in, only to be rewarded with a jolt of pleasure and I decided I needed to explore this further. Previous girlfriends had taught me the benefit of familiarising myself with the clit, so finding my own was no problem. I pulled the finger out of my pussy and slipped it under the hood and found my bean. When I touched it for the first time, I nearly slipped off the toilet! No wonder my girlfriends had always gone wild when I tongued their clit! I started to rub my clitoris with my index finger and the sensations I got were unbelievable. I started to go faster and harder, on and on I went until the tension built and built then I exploded in an absolutely amazing orgasm. It kind of spread out throughout my body instead of just being centred on my cock like a male orgasm. What was interesting was that I didn't feel that sense of finality that came with shooting my load. As a man, once I came, I felt satiated, my cock would quickly soften and that would be it. It felt like I'd completed some biological imperative. After my female orgasm, I felt good and alive but still kind of felt vaguely horny. I stopped thinking about it as I realised my pussy was sopping wet and juices had collected in a pool on the toilet seat. I suddenly felt guilty that I'd just orgasmed. I shouldn't really be enjoying this as I was a man in a woman's body. It didn't feel right. Well, actually, as I sat in the cold bathroom in a puddle of my own juices and the afterglow of a good orgasm, my mind concluded that it shouldn't feel right but to my body, it felt quite good. I felt weird about playing with myself. That was the problem. It struck me that I should be getting Rachel to turn me back, not sitting in her bathroom playing with my pussy. I stood up and wiped myself down, washed my hands and left the bathroom. Back in the bedroom, Rachel was looking at her stiff penis with a curious look on her face. She was laid on the bed, stroking her cock slowly, just looking at it and sort of examining it. I stood in the doorway and folded my arms under my boobs. They were so big and starting to annoy me a little. They were heavy and uncomfortable and got in the way all the time. Getting used to them would take a lot of time and I decided that it was time I went back to being a man. "Enjoying yourself there?" I said with a grin. Rachel looked up guiltily and then shrugged. "You were gone a long time, so I decided to check out what being a man is about. I was feeling my balls and then my penis got hard, so I started to look at it. It's quite sensitive isn't it? I thought about what you said, you know, about having self-control and so I thought I'd try and practise." I laughed when she said that. "I think if there's one thing this whole thing has taught me, it's that the mind is as important as the body when it comes to sex. You've got to stimulate your mind to get aroused and as a man, you can exert some control by thinking of things that kind of stop you being so aroused. If that makes sense." Rachel got a thoughtful look on her face and I smiled involuntarily. Despite the fact that she was now a man, she was still her inside there and still had the same mannerisms which I had grown to love. That was the really weird thing about this whole experience: no matter what either of us looked like, there was still some basic attraction to one another. I suddenly felt far less shallow about myself, which was even more of a revelation. "So, are you going to change us back?" I asked. Rachel nodded and stood up, her erect cock waggling around. I was suddenly struck by how ridiculous it looked and giggled to myself. A very feminine laugh. "What?" asked Rachel. "Nothing, really. It's just I never realised how ridiculous-looking cocks were." Rachel looked down at her softening penis. "Welcome to my side of the fence, Ben. I love you and I love you making love to me but that doesn't make the whole thing any less silly." She got off the bed, turned her bedside lamp on and started blowing out the candles. "Don't you want to have an orgasm or something before you turn back?" asked Rachel, turning to me once she'd finished with the candles. I gave her a guilty look. "Er..I kind of did when I was in the bathroom." Rachel smiled. "I should have guessed. How did you find it?" "Weird. Much more intense and harder to get myself off but it was worth it." She nodded. "I found my male orgasm to be over and done with far too quickly in comparison. It's like I just have his burning need to come and once its over, I can get on with my life. Whereas, as a woman, I always have this afterglow that makes me feel good. In many ways, that's as important as the orgasm itself." I got on the bed and laid down on my side, an arm under a pillow. I was feeling a bit tired as it was roughly two in the morning and I was also still a bit drunk. Becoming a woman and then masturbating to orgasm had sobered me up a little but I'd drunk quite a lot at the restaurant, unlike Rachel. Typically, I was drunk and she wasn't. Laying down like I normally did was uncomfortable because of my boobs, so I had to fidget a little to find a comfortable position. I yawned. "Are you going to turn us back then?" I felt her sit down on the bed. "Yes. What we're going to do is cast the same spell I did. The spell I used allows a woman to absorb her partner's masculinity. From what I can tell about magic, it's about state of mind and thinking in the right way. Belief powers it and the tools kind of help put you in the right frame of mind, thinking the right things." I yawned again. "Right, so what do I have to do?" I closed my eyes as she spoke, getting increasingly ready to sleep. "You have to light these six candles and say a small mantra as you light each one. Then, you have to ask me 'Do you give me the gift of your manhood", which when I accept, it kind of synchronises our minds for the spell and then I have to come in you, which is the final act of transference." I was listening as she spoke and was only half taking it in, however, I went to full alertness when she said the words "come in you". "What?" I said looking up at her. "Well sweetheart, I didn't give you head earlier because I like it," said Rachel. I sat up, my boobs shifting around. They really were annoying me now. They felt great when I was horny and I am sure some baby wouldn't go hungry on them but in general, they were an ever present annoyance. "So what, you've got to shag me to make me a man again?" Rachel stood there for a few moments in silence. Eventually, she said "Well, no, not shag you, you have to give me head, sweetheart." "Well that's wonderful. That's just great," I said rather irritably, "You didn't orchestrate this just so I'd have to blow you off, did you?" Rachel laughed. "No dear, I didn't. But that's the spell, sooner we get on with it, the sooner its over." I rolled my eyes. "Fine," I said finally. "So what do I have to say?" "The mantra is 'I light a candle to my womanhood. I am a vessel for receiving and I will accept the gift to be given'." I repeated it and pulled a face. "But it's not my womanhood, its yours." "I said that magic doesn't work like that. Stop being dense. Here, light those candles." I took the lighter from her and went to each of the large candles and said the words. I turned round and Rachel was laid on the bed. I climbed on next to her, kneeling down and said "Do you give me the gift of your manhood?" "Yes," said Rachel and then grinned, "Now, suck me off." I looked down at her recumbent penis and mulled it over. I didn't particularly relish the idea of giving a man head but Rachel said this was the way the spell worked, so I didn't really have much option. I turned back to her. "You owe me for all of this when its over, Rachel. Turning me in to a woman is one thing, making me give you head to turn back is another," I said, half-jokingly. I turned back to her penis and waited. Time passed and eventually Rachel said, "What are you waiting for?" I turned back to her. "Well you kind of need to get hard before I can do anything, love." Rachel went bright red with embarrassment. "Oh. Yes. I'd forgotten about that bit. Sorry. I'm not really used to having to do this. You kind of normally take the lead in these things." More moments passed and still no sign of an erection. "Ben, I'm not feeling particularly horny right now. How do you normally get hard?" I shook my head at the ridiculousness of this. "Normally the sight of you naked is enough to get me going." "Well you're naked now and it's not doing anything for me." I threw up my hands in exasperation. "Think of something sexy then!" Rachel lay on the bed, eyes closed and hands crossed on her stomach. Still no sign of an erection. "Rachel, come on, this isn't funny," I said. She opened her eyes and looked at me. "I can't help it! I'm nervous!" I rolled my eyes and shook my head again. "Fine! I guess I'll have to do all the work." I looked back down at her penis and decided that I was going to have to get her hard if she couldn't do it herself. I put a hand on it and started to stroke it. "Just lie back and think of England, Rachel. I'll get you going." It took a while as I really had to wait for Rachel to relax and get used to me touching her there. Eventually, my caressing and stroking started to work and after a few moments of my ministrations, it started to grow and harden. "There we go," I said triumphantly. When her penis was fully erect, I stopped stroking and caressing. I looked at it staring at me and couldn't believe I was about to suck off my girlfriend's penis. Eventually I bit the bullet, so to speak and leaned myself forward. The closer I got, the bigger it looked and part of me was really weirded out that this was happening. Most men never have to see a penis this close up and the fact it was my girlfriend's didn't make it any better. I closed my eyes as my lips went around the helmet of her cock and soon the whole thing was in my mouth. It was warm and solid and not particularly unpleasant tasting. I heard Rachel gasp and felt her move. Great, at least someone was enjoying herself. I raised my head up along the shaft and down I went. I started an up and down motion along the length of Rachel's penis and soon I'd got a good rhythm going. I was actually getting turned on by this which would have freaked me out more if I'd stopped to think about it. Suddenly, without warning, her cock pulsed and my mouth was filled with sticky warm goo that just tasted awful. I was about to gag when I heard Rachel say "You've got to swallow it, sweetheart." I swallowed and it was truly horrible. I could still feel the sticky texture of it on my tongue and I had to swallow a couple more times to get it all down. I still had her dwindling penis in my mouth though, so I immediately knew it hadn't worked. I sat back on m legs, my boobs shifting again as I moved and looked at her. "Er?Rachel?why am I still a woman?" I asked slowly. She opened her eyes and looked at me. "Hmm. That's not right," she said with a puzzled expression on her face. "Ya think!?" I said somewhat upset. "What were you thinking about when you were blowing me?" she asked thoughtfully. "I tried not to think about anything! I wasn't particularly happy that I was doing it!" I said folding my arms under my breasts. "Well that's the problem. You've got to believe that you'll receive my masculinity by sucking me. You'll have to do it again." "Again!?" I asked incredulously. "Well, I certainly don't want to stay like this and I am sure you don't want to stay like that, so you're going to have to," she said. I frowned and looked at her penis. It had shrunk down to nothing again and it was still wet from my last blowjob. I could see a bit of come slightly leaking out. "If it's any consolation, that felt amazing, Ben," she said with a cheeky grin. I gave her a hard, unamused look. "Ok, no more joking, I promise," she said, trying hard not to smile, "But you'll have to do the candles again." I sighed and stood up. I blew out the candles one by one and then re- lit them, saying "I light a candle to my womanhood. I am a vessel for receiving and I will accept the gift to be given" each time, though I couldn't muster much enthusiasm. Once I'd finished, I put down the lighter and climbed back on the bed. "Do you give me the gift of your manhood," I said sullenly. "Yes, my love, take it back, please," she said. Fortunately, she was hard again, much to my surprise so I didn't need to worry about that. I leaned down again and took her cock in my mouth. It tasted of semen and I almost gagged. My breasts hung from my chest and wobbled as I started to bob my head up and down along her shaft. I thought about her coming again and tried to imagine her manhood being in her seed. It was hard to blow her without thinking of her shooting her wad in to my mouth again and I tried desperately to think about how it would change me back. After the last blowjob I gave her, she was bit less sensitive, so it was quite a bit longer before she came again. It seemed like I was bobbing my head up and down her long, hard cock for ages before I felt it expand slightly. It gave a pulse and semen was in my mouth again. I swallowed it down in one this time but with her cock in my mouth, I knew I still hadn't changed. I sat back, feeling frustrated and getting more than a bit upset. "For fuck's sake!" I cried out. Rachel sat up and looked at me. "Oh dear. Did you think about becoming a man?" My eyes were beginning to get watery and I actually felt close to tears. I really needed to be a man again as this female body was starting to have an effect on my mind. "Sshhh," said Rachel. She moved across the bed and put her arms around me. "Don't cry, sweetheart. We'll figure this out. We can try a different spell, I just need to research it." She put her arms round me and I actually felt comforted by her. I wipe away the tears and smiled a little. I felt secure and loved by her at that moment in time and it was a weird experience. My woman's body obviously reacted differently to things like being touched and held. It felt good for her to hold me. When Rachel took her arms from me, I actually felt a little sad. She got off the bed and went out the room. "Wow, it's cold out here!" I heard her say from the other room. I moved to sit with my back against the wall, propping a pillow up behind me. My boobs were in the way again and, coupled with the nasty taste of semen in my mouth, I wasn't having a good time of being a woman at all. Rachel returned with the book in her hands and closed the door behind her. "I didn't realise how cold the rest of the flat had got," she said as she started to flick through book. "Here we are. I think the problem is that you have doubts. I mean, its one thing for you to accept that magic is real but it is quite another for you to start practising it. I should have thought about that. I mean, I've spent all my life knowing that magic exists, I can't expect you to have an hour to come to the same belief." 'This spell I'm reading up on here allows me to give you my manhood, rather than you taking it from me." I looked at her dubiously. "Weren't you giving it me before though?" Rachel looked up from the book. As a man, she looked quite young and a bit like a scrawny member of a boy band. "That was different. You were kind of absorbing my masculinity and the spell relies on you to kind of take it away. This new spell means I have to give it you. The problem is that I am going to have give you my seed." I sighed. "Are you making this up so you can see what it is like to shag a woman as a man?" I asked dubiously. "Ben!" said Rachel in a shocked voice. "Of course not! I didn't make these spells up!" I sighed again. "Ok, so you're going to have to fuck me then aren't you." "I can look for another way if you want?" she volunteered. I shook my head. "No, let's just get this over and done with. I'm fed up with these tits and I'm just glad that I don't have to blow you again. Seriously, I liked the orgasm as a woman but having to suck you off and having these tits and everything, I don't know how you put up with it." "Was it really that bad? I never really minded giving you head, you know. I mean, swallowing your sperm isn't high on my list of things I like to do, but you always seemed to like it a lot and I wanted to please you." 'Doing something like that is how I show you my love. Now I've had the experience, I can see why, but giving you a blow job doesn't bother me," said Rachel. I had to smile. Only Rachel could say something like that and keep a straight face. "Let's say that it's obviously something you have to get used to," I said. "But, you know I do love you Rachel. And if there's one thing about this whole experience, it's that I've learned things about you that only make me love you more." She smiled her smile and her penis was starting to get hard again. "But no matter how much I love you, I am not blowing you again, darling," I said eying her cock. Rachel laughed. "That's ok. I won't make you do it again." She turned her attention back to the book once more. "Can you really learn how to cast a spell just by reading a page of a book? You make it look so easy," I said curiously. "Like I said earlier, magic is easy to do, really, it's the belief that's the hard part. I don't really understand how magic really works, not in the same way that a scientist could explain the sun or gravity or something. But because I believe it will work, all I have to do is follow these instructions," she explained. "How did you get such a fervent belief in magic though? With no tangible evidence before now or any proof at all, I find it difficult to understand." Rachel looked at me again. She paused for a moment, considering my question. "I suppose it's my parents. They always told me as a child that wonderful things could happen if you just believed in yourself. My mother was in to the tarot and went to Wicca meetings. Both my parents said anything was possible and I guess I never really questioned it." 'The more people told me magic didn't exist and the more I got laughed at, the more I realised that all the people who were doing the laughing were drab and uninteresting people. So I decided that I didn't want to be like that and would prefer to believe that life could be wonderful, if only people let it." I smiled because that was just the sort of thing I'd expect Rachel to say. I'd always felt that she was a magical person, brimming with life and light. Ever since I met her, my life had just seemed better with her and her telling me that kind of explained it all. "I love you," I simply said. "And if you want your wicked way with me, then, my pussy is yours." Rachel laughed. "Believe me, Ben, the only part of your pussy I want is the part where I get mine back and we can go back to normal. Being a man is good and all but I think I prefer sex as a woman." "You know something, when I got myself off earlier, the orgasm was much more intense. I don't know why women aren't all nymphomaniacs," I said thoughtfully. She gave me a sly grin. "What makes you think we aren't?" "Well I've always had to work hard to get a woman in to bed." "Ben, you're missing the point of why. Sex for women is extremely pleasurable and we can go all night if we want to. You men, you shoot your load and you're done. Fire and forget. Part of sex is about being wanted and needed. No self-respecting woman is going to sell herself short by jumping into bed with a man, no matter how pleasurable it is." 'We want to feel needed and that you deserve what we're giving you. When it's all done and dusted, a woman can be left with a baby and everything that goes with it. A man can get dressed and walk away, never to be seen again." I thought about that for a while and it made a lot of sense. "Well why don't women tell us that? We're not mind readers you know." "And give away our trade secrets?" she said with a grin. "Anyway, not all men are good men like you. And more than one woman has got pregnant on a one night stand she thought was going somewhere." I nodded, getting what she was saying. "Fair enough. I never really thought about it like that. Being a woman is a harder than I thought." Rachel turned back to the book and read for a few minutes. "It's not very complicated. I need to draw some symbols on us both, say an incantation and then we screw. When we both come, I'll gift you with my manhood and we're back to being ourselves." "Draw symbols on us? With what?" "Charcoal, I think." "Do you have any charcoal?" Rachel looked at me for a second. "Actually, no, I didn't think about that." I rolled my eyes. "I have some left from the barbecue we had the other day." "That was months ago!" "I know, but I haven't cleaned out the barbecue yet." "Ben!" "Well if I had, we wouldn't be able to get some for this spell, so don't complain." I stood up and started to put my clothes on. The socks were ok and I was thankful that boxer shorts are elasticated. "You're not going now are you?" she asked me, a hint of concern in her voice. I stopped getting dressed and looked up at her. "I was, why?" "Didn't you have quite a lot to drink earlier?" "That was hours ago. I feel fine now," I said. "Can't you wait till morning?" "Rachel, honey, I need to get this sorted out now. Being a woman isn't too bad but it's not something I want to live like. The sooner I'm back as a man, the easier I'll rest," I said with a note of finality. Rachel looked away, deciding not to push the issue. I found my black shirt and put it on. It was completely oversized on me in the sleeves and looked ridiculous. Fastening the damn thing was more difficult as I had to stretch the shirt over my breasts. I finally got my shirt buttoned up but I could see the buttons straining. Rachel laughed. "Ben, I've got a blouse you can borrow if you want." I stopped and looked at her. "It's three in the morning, as if anyone is going to see me. And if they do, what do I care?" She shrugged. "I guess you are right. Still, you look funny," she said with a grin. I looked down and noticed the way my breasts strained the buttons. "Hmm. This really doesn't fit me does it? Oh well, it's only for a short while." I stifled a yawn and found my trousers. As I was pulling them up, I noticed that they were very tight around the hips but loose around other areas. I checked how they looked and noticed my ass for the first time. It wasn't big, particularly, but it just wasn't the right shape for these clothes. I actually pulled my boxers out a little so I could get a look at my bottom and just as I suspected, it was round and shapely. I really was a hot woman and I was beginning to turn myself on again. "When you've finished checking yourself out," said Rachel, a little annoyed. I looked at her coolly. "I've given you two blowjobs tonight: I don't think you can complain if I look at my own arse." I looked down at my feet and said "Hmmm." I looked up at Rachel and asked, "Can I borrow a pair of trainers or something? There's no way my shoes are going to fit me." "Sure," she said and, putting the book down, she left the room, returning with a pair of sandles. "I wasn't sure if FMBs were really your thing, so I got you something a little more casual." I looked at her. "FMBs?" I asked. "Fuck Me Boots," she grinned. I actually went red with embarrassment and took my socks off again. They were too loose anyway and I wasn't about to show myself up by wearing socks and sandles. There were just some things you didn't do, irrespective of gender. I put the sandles on, fixed the straps, and headed over to the mirror. There stood a five foot three woman. She had a pretty face with big eyes and long lashes, nice big sensuous lips, long black slightly wavy hair and she was wearing a black shirt and trousers which were both too big for her and too small. I felt myself getting moist once more and my nipples hardening because, boy, this was one foxy lady. "I look ridiculous," I said. "Completely," said Rachel and we both giggled. I walked over to Rachel and had to pull her head down gently to kiss her on the cheek as she was quite a bit taller than me. I wasn't quite ready to kiss another man fully but I couldn't leave without saying goodbye. Without warning, she groped one of my breasts through the shirt. No one except me had ever touched me there before and I felt a jolt of pleasure as she massaged me. "What are you doing?" I asked with surprise. "I just thought that really, so far, you've given me a lot and I've given nothing to you. I wanted you to know what it was like to have your boobs felt," said Rachel smiling shyly. I wanted her to continue caressing my tits as it felt so good. I was getting really horny and part of me was looking forward to getting fucked. When aroused, my pussy felt like a gaping hole and it needed to be filled, irrelevant to what I thought about the matter. I wasn't comfortable with the idea of a man being inside me but my body was telling me otherwise. Rachel yawned which set me off. It was very early morning and I wanted to get back to being a man again. So even though I was stood there having both my breasts rubbed and caressed, I had to break off and go. I fished my keys out of my trouser pocket and left the flat. As I walked down to the car, I really noticed for the first time how different the action of my hips was. My ass swished from side to side as I walked and my breasts bounced with every step. I could really understand why women bras for support because there was no way I co