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QUITE A LOT OF SEX Hi all - I hope you all enjoy this. I had a lot of fun writing it. Actually I had a lot of fun finishing it. The writing part drove me a little nuts! And even though it is pretty long, I hope that just means there's more for you to enjoy. Oh, and I should put this small warning. If you don't like stories with stinging political commentary, discussions of how to properly gut and filet a fish, and how best to invest your money for retirement... then you're fine reading this one. Because none of that stuff is in here. :) Please leave your comments, good or bad, as I really appreciate knowing what people think. Thanks. ---------------------------- Wilbur Green grabbed a hold of his guide's outstretched hand and pulled himself up into the small cave entrance, just as the rocks beneath his feet crumbled and dropped the one hundred feet into the rough waters below. "Uh, thugs re cha," Will spoke in his best Tibetan. "Thugs re cha." His sherpa guide bowed in return, making Will feel a bit more confident that he'd actually said thank you. Each time Will had tried to get his guide's attention, though, he got a strange look in return. Not so much yesterday, the first day of their journey, but very much so this morning. "Sa Mik Mar we... go.. now?" Will asked. He'd wanted to start calling the guide by a shorter name, but didn't want to assume that "Sa" was what he was supposed to use. So he kept using the whole thing. He hoped he was pronouncing it correctly. Will never heard it pronounced, it was just written for him on top of the itinerary, which he picked up in the small Tibetan town from which he began. The guide looked at him, confused, and smiled. Sitting in small cave on the side of a mountain... on the way to something he's sought his whole life... Will knew this was not time to take chances. Will pulled out the piece of paper and read "Sa Mik Mar" and pointed at the guide. The guide smiled, unfolded the schedule Will had given him and said "Sa Mik Mar" while pointing at the calendar for the day before. "Sa Mik Mar," the guide said. "Tooos day." "Great," Will thought. "I've been calling this guy a day of the week." Whether it was the cold, the climb, the language barrier, or just the total frustration of a fool's errand, Will sat down against the cave wall and began to sob. He felt his guide's hand on his shoulder, and looked up. "Tuesday", or whatever his name was, was smiling. "Here," the guide said, pointing to the back of the cave. "Here" Will wiped his eyes and saw what he'd missed - a small entrance in the back of the cave. The entrance was surrounded with ancient cave paintings of gods and men interacting. Will stood up, and clapped both his hands on Tuesday's shoulders. "Here!" he shouted! "Here!" Will reached into his pack for a small notebook, and then made his way towards the small opening. He looked back at Tuesday, and held his hand up to him as if to say "stay." Tuesday nodded in agreement, although the look on his face told Will that Tuesday wasn't too keen on proceeding even if he'd have been invited. Will ducked his head and entered the small tunnel, which he could see was less than 25 feet long. His heart was pounding in his chest, causing his flashlight to shake as he saw the mouth of the next entrance in front of him. And as he drew closer, he could see that, somehow, the room itself seemed to have its own source of light, which just could not be possible. Sure enough, however, when he finally reached the entrance and stood straight up, there it was - the statue of Nyima Mu, the Tibetan god of the Sun. The statue, almost impossibly, seemed to give off its own light, bathing the small cave room in an eerie glow. Will's hands trembled as he pulled out his notebook, nervously flipping through the words he'd reread thousands of time. Legend had it that the person who finds the statue, and stands in its presence, is given one wish in reward for his journey, and to prove the power of Nyima Mu. He had told his friends and family nothing of this legend, because he knew they'd laugh at him, but he had no choice but to speak of the legend in looking for a guide in Tibet. And although many laughed at him, he found some who believed it. One man, a former guide who had studied in Europe for many years before returning home, said that this legend was feared by most in Tibet, as the wisher could bring great doom upon their people. In fact, Will had to promise to use the wish only upon himself, and do nothing which would harm his surroundings. He agreed easily, and was given access to a guide. And now that he stood in front of the statue, he felt for the first time that his dream might finally come true. Will took a deep breath and smiled. He could finally wish to be what he had always longed for, to be transformed into a beautiful woman. *** Will had read as much as he could on the legend of Nyima Mu, but there was not much written. Still, he had seen what the supplicant must do in order to have his wish granted. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small cut diamond he'd purchased and laid it upon the small stone altar. Then, dropping to one knee, he read the words he'd so carefully crafted in his notebook. "Oh great Nyima Mu, powerful as the sun and so great for providing warmth for your people, I kneel before you now wishing for you to show mercy on me and show me your great power. I, Wilbur Green, wish for the body of a gorgeous woman. A living embodiment of sexual energy and desire. I have deep respect for the ways of the Tibetan people, but I respectfully request that this body look and speak as if born in America. With this, I make my wish" Will bowed his head, and pulled out a second offering of a diamond and laid it at the foot of the altar. When he pulled his hand from it, he felt a strong current of air enter the cave, as the sand drew up and swirled around him. He held his eyes tightly closed, as the sand was beating against his skin feeling like the pricking of millions of needles. Still, even with his eyes closed, he could sense that the room was full of light. The wind increased, and the pain on his body from the beating sand increased. Will felt himself changing. The sand continued to pound on him, but he felt a heaviness growing on his chest, and at his bottom. He could feel his growing ass pushing against the back of his bended knees, and grew excited as his wish was finally, after all these years, coming true. And then, suddenly, it stopped. Will remained frozen for a moment. Scared to open his eyes, yet so anxious to do so. His mind raced - should he feel his new breasts first? Look at his new face? He'd remembered to pack a small travel mirror in his jacket, and eyes closed, he reached in and got it. He could hear himself breathing, labored and shaking. He pulled the mirror up to his face, took a deep breath, and opened his eyes. "I'm beautiful!" Will cooed, in a deeper voice than he'd imagined. In fact, it sounded very much like his own voice. Which made good sense, since the face he was looking at... was his. Dirty with sand, yes, but his regular face nonetheless. He stood up, confused. As he did so, he felt immense amounts of sand, which had gotten into his shirt and pants during the sand storm, flow out of his clothing. With a huge sigh, he shook himself hard, watching the sand which he thought had been his new feminine parts tumble back to the cave floor. Both diamonds were gone, swept away, he assumed, and Nyima Mu's statute was gone as well. Legend stated that upon granting of a wish, the statue would again seek a new place, never to be found by anyone who had wished upon it ever again. Will continued to look at himself in the mirror, confused and saddened. "Maybe," he said to himself, "Maybe the change takes time? The statue's gone. The diamonds are gone. The wind... it... seemed to work." Will was 35 years old, and had wished to be a sexual, big breasted woman since his late teens. It had been almost 10 years ago that he began seeking out ways to accomplish this through myths and legends that most dismissed, and today was the first day any of his work had resulted in him actually finding what he sought. So he was not going to let himself be defeated that easily. He would return to his hotel room, and await the changes. Or perhaps fly home and do the same. As he made his way through the short tunnel again, hoping that Tuesday had not been scared off by the sand storm, he had convinced himself that the changes were to come. That he'd done everything right and would soon be rewarded. When he reentered the main cave, however, and saw a naked, large boobed blonde woman finger fucking herself to orgasm, he felt somehow less confident. *** "Who... are you?" Will chirped. But in his gut he had a sinking feeling he knew the answer. "Mmmmm, you can keep calling me Tuesday if you like," the girl said. "But I'm hoping you'll want me every day of the week, not just one." Will stood there, stunned, as Tuesday walked over to him, pulled down his pants, and began to give him what would be the greatest, most awkward, and frankly shortest blow job of his entire life. As Tuesday lay naked on the stone cave floor afterwards, Will pulled up his pants and didn't know what to say. He went over to his bag and pulled out a second set of clothes and his spare jacket, and dressed Tuesday herself, as she spent her time just feeling and groping her own body. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean this to happen to you. It was supposed to happen to me! Maybe we can find it again and..." "Oh, don't bother," Tuesday said. "It was really wonderful. Mmmmm, the sand was warm. Then it was hot. So hot.... And now I look like this, and I still feel so hot. I know you wanted to be a woman like me, but I'd have to say I'm glad you're not!" "But your life, I didn't mean to mess it up like this... " "Mess it up? I climbed these mountains for a living. Most of my friends and family have been killed doing it. It's horrible work. And now... I can come back to America with you.... And ...mmmmmm" "Wait," Will said. "I can't take you back. I mean, we have to fix this." Tuesday reached down on the ground and pulled out a US Passport with the name Tuesday Brown on it. "See? I'm a US Citizen... and your total sex slave! Come on, let's do it right here in the cave." Will was surprised that he did not have a stroke and drop dead right on the site. Or maybe, he thought, he had. He'd spent years tracking the legend of Nyima Mu... putting so much effort into something no one believed. But he found it, and it was actually true. It could make a man into a woman. And it did. Except, it made someone ELSE into one, someone who now wanted to fuck his brains out. In the middle of a cave. In Tibet . "Surreal just doesn't cut it as a word to describe this," Will thought. "Look, we need to get down from here Tuesday... do you remember how?" Will said, trying to close the jacket around her big chest, even as her hands were rubbing against the crotch of his pants. "Mmmmm, I think so," she said. "Lots of stuff from my life before are just fading away... but I think... I think I still know how to get us back." "Well then we better get going before you forget ok?" Will said. Tuesday started to pout. Will could see her mind being rewritten with every passing second. "Um look, I promise to fuck you as many times as you want when we get down, ok?" "Yippie!" said Tuesday. "Let's go." Will put on his jacket and his pack, and took one more furtive look back towards the small cave room, which was now dark with the absence of the never-to-be-found again statue of Nyima Mu. He shook his head and followed Tuesday out of the cave. *** Getting Tuesday back to his apartment in Silver Springs , Maryland was no small feat. Each step required some sort of sexual payola for her. He had to fuck her in an abandoned hut to get her to board a pontoon boat on one leg, and had to let her give him a blow job in the bathroom of an American Airlines flight from Chicago to Baltimore on the final leg. He even had to let her give him a hand job in the cab on the way to his apartment. Will had mixed feelings about this. On the one hand, in just the three day trip home, he'd had more sex than he'd ever had in his life. But part of him still ached to be on the other end of the equation. Tuesday, for her part, was loving every moment of it, wanting nothing more than constant sex with the man she now called Master. "Please, just call me Will," Will whispered in the cab, hoping the cab driver was not listening, nor had picked up on Tuesday's groaning in the backseat as she made Will cum in his pants. "You have to stop that Master stuff" "Mmmmm, whatever you say, Master Will," Tuesday said loudly as they pulled up to his apartment. No way the cabbie didn't hear that, Will thought. After exiting the cab, Will handed the driver $20 for the $19 fare, realizing that it was the last of the cash he had on him. "I wish I could give you a bigger tip," Will said weakly, hoping the cabbie didn't notice the bulge and stain on his paints. "Listen buddy, the only tip I want from you is how do I get one of those for my own?" he said, nodding towards Tuesday. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Will said. The cabbie gave him a "fuck you" glance and drove off. "Is this where we live, Master?" Tuesday asked, even as she had stripped naked and was squeezing and juggling her boobs to the gawks of the few passersby on this late winter evening. Will turned and saw her, grabbing her arm and pulling her into his building. "Sorority week," he said brightly to a pair of older women waiting for the elevator inside. "We'll get the next one," they said in unison, as Tuesday was pawing at Will's crotch just as the elevator doors closed. *** Having Tuesday in his apartment was quite the adjustment for Will. He couldn't take her out, she wouldn't wear clothes for long. He'd given up trying to get her to call him anything but Master, and instead had just used that status to keep her in check. But her mind was so addled by sex, only a few minutes after he "commanded" her to wear clothing, she'd forget and get naked again. After his Tibetan "vacation", Will had returned to his job as Associate Vice President for Carlson Industries, as moderately successful paper goods manufacturer. His job was just that - a job. He was paid moderately well, but he and his fellow AVP's spent much of their time complaining about how overpaid and underworked their boss was. Of course, no one questioned why Bruce CARLSON had gotten the job. Still, Will had one advantage in his position - since his boss didn't really do much of anything, Will had plenty of time to continue his search for the magic that would help him using his office computer. Prior to Tibet he had done much of his work at home, but he found it difficult to get much work at home done at all, what with the tremendous amounts of sex he was having. A few times he'd almost slipped and told his best friend, Martin Cohen, about Tuesday. He wanted to tell someone. But he could never figure out a way to do it without sounding like either a complete loon, a slave trader, or a kidnapper. He fed her, he gave her as much attention as he could, and she was happy. For now, that had to be enough. And when he finally got a line on an antique ring called the "Ring of Reversal", he thought he might have the solution to both of his problems. The ring, he had read, granted the exact opposite of the wisher's wish. The stories of it were always told to point out how the greedy got their comeuppance. It had become a mere tool of fiction writers in the last twenty years, but he had seen enough references to it in the late 1800's to believe it may have been real. So when he received an e-mail from one of the many antique dealers around the country he had searching for a "special" ring for him, his heart leapt. " Two rubies on the side," he read, "And two intertwined snakes on the face. One in gold, one in silver. The gold snake had a silver head, and the silver snake has a gold head..." Will sat back and smiled, and then pumped his fist in the air. "This is it. It has to be!" The auction was over the weekend, at an estate sale in Georgia . All he would have to do is fly down there, purchase it and... And then he remembered Tuesday. There was no way he could successful get her to behave long enough to make the trip, and he didn't think the antique crowd was the kind of place to understand a naked woman with her face buried in the crotch of someone desperately trying to bid for an old ring. He thought briefly of just leaving her for a few days, or maybe purchasing a small cage... but he realized he could never do that to someone. The only way this would work was with some help, and the only person he could think of was Martin. He reluctantly e-mailed his friend, and they agreed to grab dinner that night. Will had asked Martin to meet him at his place first. Now he had the rest of the day to figure out what he was going to tell him. *** When Martin arrived, Will was standing outside his apartment door waiting for him. "What are you doing out here, buddy," Martin said with a grin on his face. "Haven't cleaned up in a few weeks? I could give a shit." "No, it's not that," Will said. "It's something I brought back from Tibet . I... haven't shown anyone yet. But I've been dying to. I need some help with it." Martin grinned, and rubbed his hands together. "You scored some Tibetan weed? I've never heard of it, but if it's got you all freaked out it must be some good shit. I'm game!" Before Will could respond, they both heard a light tapping at the door, coming from inside the apartment, along with a muffled female voice. "Dude, you got someone in there?" Martin said. "Since when did you become Mr. Stud?" "Since Tibet ," Will said, opening the door to reveal the naked Tuesday, her hands pulling at her erect nipples and smiling. "Dude!" said Martin, as Will pushed him inside and closed the door. "Martin, this is Tuesday. Tuesday this is Martin." "Um... hi," said Martin, his face bright red. "Are you Master's friend?" Tuesday asked. "Master?" Martin said, looking at Will. Will just shrugged and put up his hands. "Um, yes, I'm his good good friend," Martin said. "Then do you want to fuck me?" Tuesday cooed. "Tuesday, go to the bedroom and um... I want you to cum 10 times before you come back out, ok?" Will said. "Oh, yes Master" she said, bounding back into the bedroom. "Dude. What the FUCK is going on here? This is... totally awesome!" Martin said, holding up his hand for a high five. "No, it's not," Will said. "Martin, I'm in some trouble." "Wait," said Martin, taking a step back. "You're not like on of those sexual predators or whatever. This isn't some freaky Dateline NBC thing, is it?" "No," Will said. "Look, I ... I promise I'll explain everything to you in a few days. The thing is, I've got to go out of town for a few days, and I can't take her, and I can't leave her alone. I was wondering... would you stay with her for the weekend? Please?" Martin looked around the apartment, and then leaned into Will very closely. "I swear to God, if like Aston Kutcher pops out right now, I am not going to be able to be your friend anymore," Martin whispered. "It's no joke, Martin." Will said. "Just stay here with her this weekend. I left $200 on the counter. Order in. Please don't try to go out. And meet the delivery people outside the door like I met you it's... easier." Martin crossed his arms. "So. You want me to stay here, in your apartment, with this drop dead gorgeous naked girl, and order food all weekend?" "Yes," Will said. "And you'll probably have quite a lot of sex. Quite more than you think you would want. Right now you don't think that's possible. We'll see how you answer that on Sunday when I get back." Before Martin could answer, Tuesday emerged from the bedroom, her hair messed and her body gleaming in sweat. A huge smile on her face. "Ten times?" Will asked? "Um... eleven times," Tuesday giggled. "I lost count." "Eleven times?" Martin asked Will. "Eleven times," Will said flatly. "But it was like two minutes? I mean..." Martin stopped what he was saying, and hugged Will. "I love you man. You know that, right? I love you!" Will pushed him away. "That's a yes, I take it?" "Hey, anything to help a friend," Martin grinned. Will walked over to Tuesday, and took her hands. To Martin it looked like almost a romantic gesture. But to Will it was the only way to keep her hands off his cock for 10 seconds. "Tuesday, honey, I have to go away for a few days. But my good good friend Martin said he'll stay with you, ok?" "Awwwww, you're going away? Why can't I go?" she whined. "Well... because it's business for people who wear clothes, honey," he said. Will had taken to talking to Tuesday as if she were about eight years old. "But Martin will be here, and he thinks you're really really sexy." "Mmmmm, you do?" said Tuesday, fixing her hair. As if Martin had even noticed her hair. "Oh yeah, very very sexy," Martin said. "Well.... Ok, if you say so Master!" Tuesday bounded over to Martin and grabbed him by the hand, pulling him towards the bedroom. "Come on Master's friend, let's have some fun." Martin looked back at Will with a huge smile on his face, but a hint of fear as well. "Have fun," Will said. "I'll be back on Sunday." *** Will was a bundle of nerves at the estate auction. He hadn't been to one before, just seen them on TV. This seemed like more people than he'd imagined. He was so shocked at how large the gathering was when he arrived that he hatched a secondary plan: He would try to get a hold of the ring here, under the guise of checking it out, and then make his wish. The only thing he couldn't figure out was how to word the wish so that he'd be back at home, or how he'd get home. Being turned into a hot sexy woman in the middle of an antique show might cause some major problems, he thought. The idea was moot anyway, when he saw the ring displayed in a sealed glass case. It was beautiful. His hands were shaking just holding the case. "May I see that, please," said an oddly deep voice behind him. Will's heart sank, as he put the case in the large meaty hand of a very manly looking "woman". "Oh, quite nice," she said, deeply. "Quite lovely." The woman put the case down and moved on, but Will was in full panic mode. He hadn't anticipated someone who knew about the ring too, but now face to face with a cross-dresser, and not a very good one at that... he was panicked. Will had about $13,000 in his checking account, as was prepared to spend as much as possible. The pre-auction estimate on the ring was $1,500 to $2,000, but after seeing the cross-dress he knew that number would be irrelevant. He'd hoped to save some in order to get him started on his new life, but he realized that there won't be a new life unless he wins the ring, so he decided to pay whatever it takes. And just hope that it is enough. It was two long hours of watching people bid on smoker's cabinets, butter churns, paintings by artists he'd never heard of, and beaten up looking collectible toys before the ring - lot number 216 - came up. Will scanned the room and saw the "woman" staring back at him, smiling. The bidding opened at $500 and quickly moved to $800, with the cross- dresser and a few other bidders in the mix. Will sat silently, not wanting to give away his interest to the others until he had to. When the cross-dresser bid $950, and no one went to $960, Will raised his card for the first time. He and the cross-dresser went back and forth for a bit, with Will wondering if he could go over his savings and use a credit card. He HAD to have the ring. But he was sure "she" felt the same way. Which is why he was shocked to hear, "Going one, going twice... sold" on his bid for $1,100. He looked over to the cross-dresser and smiled, and she smiled back. As she did so, a young girl bounced over to her and grabbed her by the neck. "Mommmmmyyyy!" the girl said. "Are you having fun?" "Oh, so much fun, sweetie," the cross-dresser said. "I bought you some lovely jewelry so far." "Oh...yeah!" said the little girl. Will laughed. This wasn't a cross-dresser after all. Just a very, VERY homely looking woman. And by looking at her, the daughter was heading towards the same fate. Will felt guilty, but he had made an honest mistake. Still, as he triumphantly wrote a check and received his prize, he couldn't help thinking that it was probably a very good idea to buy that young girl as much jewelry as possible. *** Will did nothing but hold the case in his hand the entire flight home. He didn't dare open it and touch it, for fear that he wouldn't be able to contain himself from making his one wish. There was not a ton of information about the Ring of Reversal, but the consensus seemed to be that you held the ring, clearly state your wish beginning with "I wish" and that's it. "Just a few more minutes" he said out loud to no one in particular as he road the elevator up to his apartment. "I'm getting this one right." When Will opened his apartment door, he was greeted by the site of Martin sprawled out on the floor with Tuesday on top of him, riding his cock for all it was worth. She was holding both of Martin's hands tight to her boobs, and moaning loudly. Will couldn't tell if Martin was even awake. "Master!" Tuesday shouted, and jumped off Martin, his cock making a loud "pop" sound as it quickly pulled out of her wet pussy. "I missed you!" Tuesday jumped into Will's arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and starting nibbling on his ear. "I'm soooo happy you're home." "Yes, me too," Will said, gently pushing her off. "Tuesday. Couch!" he said firmly, as she dismounted him and walked to the couch and sat down quietly. "Martin... you still with us?" Will said. Martin rolled over towards Will, without the energy to even consider hiding his naked body from his friend. "She.... Never... stops.." Martin said. "I slept like... two hours, total. I think I.... blacked out a few times....It was.... It was......AWESOME, DUDE!" Martin sat up, and pulled a pillow over his crotch. "You know, you can tell her things like SLEEP or COUCH or EAT and she'll take a break," Will said laughing. "I probably should have told you that, huh?" "Wouldn't have used them my friend, wouldn't have used them," Martin smiled in response. Martin got up and walked towards the kitchen. His walk had the unmistakable air of someone who'd be fucking for about 30 hours. Will recognized it at once. "I've walked like that," Will laughed. "It looks good on you." Martin grabbed a box of Life cereal from the cabinet and started eating it out of the box. "Seriously, though man, what is her deal?" Martin said. "We talked some... but not too much. And what she said... didn't make any sense." Will frowned slightly. He had prepared a little speech to tell Martin, but it seems that maybe Tuesday had already done it. In some ways, however, he felt relief. "What did she tell you?" "Well... she said...she was your guide in Tibet ? She said you wished on an ancient sun god and turned her into this, and then brought her back here." Will nodded. "Yeah, I know it's crazy, but it's also true." Martin then spoke at bit more delicately. "She also said, and granted, I know her elevator stops many many floors before the top... but she said that you had actually wished that it was you who got changed into the woman? But something went wrong?" Will sighed. "Dude, is that true?" Martin said. "Cause, you were always kind of a ladies' man, you know? I mean, you want to be a chick?" "I'm not... I'm not gay, Martin." Will said. "Or ... I don't know. I've just always wanted to be in that kind of body. To be a big sexy woman. To have that life. I'd do anything for it. And obviously, I've tried." Martin sat silently for a minute, crunching the cereal. Will was afraid of what was coming next. "Well... how come you didn't just do the surgery and stuff, buddy? Don't people do that all the time?" "You ever see what those women look like?" Will said. "Plus, even the good looking ones... I mean, I can never be as hot and sexy as I wish for Martin. And the longer I wait the harder it gets. Maybe if when I was 18 I did it... I don't know. But the fact is, yes, that's what I want. And that's what I wished for in Tibet , and I fucked it up." "Is that what was in Georgia ?" Martin asked. "You found something?" Will nodded, and pulled the case from his carry on. "It's called the Ring of Reversal." Martin scooted over to get a better look. "Looks old," he said, taking the case from Will. "I think it is," Will said. "How's it work?" "Well, you make a wish, and it bounces back on you. So if I wished I was really tall, I think I'd become really short. Or if I wish you got fired from your job, then I'd get fired." "Or I'd get a promotion?" Martin asked. "Well...hmmm... maybe," Will said. "I don't know. But I've got my wish all worded out, and I think I can make it work." Martin stared at him. "You really gonna do this, huh?" Will nodded. "But, I need your help, Martin. Once I get changed... I'll be like Tuesday. Would you ever... I mean, would you ever... take care of both of us? I've tried to think of a way to get what I want and wish her back in the same wish, but I can't do it. But I need to know she'd be ok." Martin smiled. "So what are you going to wish?" Will smiled. "I am going to wish that you get turned into a big boobed sex hungry young woman, Martin." Martin's eyes grew wide. "You better be fucking sure this is a Ring of REVERSAL then" he said. Martin opened the case to look more closely at the ring. "Don't touch it!" Will screamed. "I'm not touching it, believe me," Martin said. "Just getting a look at it. Martin then set it down on the table, careful not to touch the ring. "You sure about this reversal thing, Will?" Martin asked. "Yeah," said Will. "Ok then," Martin smiled, looking over at Tuesday. I mean, it's weird cause you're my friend, but I'd love to have two big boobed slaves that look like her!" There was a sudden, blinding flash of light in the room, followed by a large popping sound. When Will opened his eyes, he saw Tuesday sitting where Martin once was... but Tuesday also sitting on the couch. "Oh, COME ON!" Will screamed. "HE DIDN'T TOUCH IT! HE DIDN'T EVEN SAY "I WISH"! COME ON!" "Stop screaming, Master," said the transformed Martin. "I really like this. And I'd really really like to show you my appreciation!" As the transformed Martin started moving towards Will, Will started backing up. "Hey, no fair without me!" said Tuesday, popping up off the couch and heading over towards them. "Hey... you look like me!" said Tuesday. "I'm Tuesday!" "Um... then I'm Wednesday!" said the old Martin. "Hee hee" they said in unison, as Wednesday kicked off Martin's clothing. "You have got to be kidding me," said Will, before being dragged by the twins to his bedroom for a night of amazing sex. As they entered the bedroom, the Ring of Reversal vanished, leaving only the empty case. *** The next two weeks were exhausting for Will. At one point, he'd given up and went to an adult superstore right outside of town. He was embarrassed to enter, and horrified when he got inside. Still, he felt he had to do it. He had never been dildo shopping before, but if he didn't pick something up soon, he was going to have a crisis on his hands at home. Plus, he was really fond of having a banana in the morning for his breakfast. And ever since he got back from Tibet , any bananas he'd purchase from the market... well, he just wasn't that interested in eating them. The guy behind the register was creepy, but Will figured it went with the territory. He was smart enough NOT to pay with a credit card, and took his purchases to the front. As he put the assortment of sex toys on the counter, the clerk looked at him and smiled. "If you need someone to use these on you, son," the clerk said. "We gots a list in the back." "Uh, no thanks," said Will, leaving a $50 dollar bill for $42 worth of merchandise and quickly leaving the store. As he drove away, though, Will wondered if when he finally goes get transformed, would he consider going back to that store to find some "fun"? He sure hoped not. That guy gave him the creeps. His bigger issue was work. Because of his long night at home with Tuesday and Wednesday, Will was a zombie at work most days. And he was more dedicated than ever find a way to be transformed. Now having found two ways, and messed both of them up, he at least knew for certain that there was magic in the world. But there clearly was no magic at Carlson Industries. Will knew he deserved it, because he had been slacking off, but being reprimanded by Bruce Carlson still rubbed him the wrong way. This guy might be his boss, but he had no right to complain about anyone not working hard. Still, as a result of reduced performance, Will was forced to log his daily activities more closely... a task usually done only by the company's junior employees. Will complied without a peep. The fact was, he needed his job more than ever. Keeping Tuesday and Wednesday stocked with food and sex toys was eating up most of his monthly expenses, and between the cost of the tip to Tibet and purchasing the Ring of Reversal, he'd taken a bite out of his savings. So most of his time searching for new artifacts was at work after hours. Tuesday and Wednesday did not like that, making them extra horny each night when he returned, thus keeping him up even later.... And thus the cycle continued. Ordinary, Will was very careful about which websites he would visit at the office, and even what searches he would run. He had heard many times that deleted files can be recovered, and the last thing he wanted was to be caught doing this. He'd be fired for sure. But he had little choice. The first few weeks, he went to a few sites, but after about a month he had thrown caution to the wind. The only problem he had was that some of the pop ups he was getting were quite graphic, and the spam in his mailbox was perverted. But he rearranged his desk slightly so that his monitor was not visible from his office door, and that was as good as he could do. He almost deleted the e-mail without reading it. He got so many each night asking if he "wanted a bigger penis", he almost didn't read the one asking if he "wanted a big change". But having hit a brick wall in some reports of a dark magic spell he'd heard rumored, he opened it on a whim. He was instantly glad that he did. "Dear Ron - Do you seek a change in your life? Work got you down? Can't attract women with that scrawny body? What would you give if you could change it all? For just $299, you can use the PC Changer, the first automated computer program which will rearrange your life, or the life of anyone you wish, in any way you see fit. How can we offer such and amazing deal for just $299? Because we want YOU to be happy, Ron, and we're such nice guys. Just click here to see testimonials of those who have bought the program, and click here to buy it for yourself! Act soon, as this offer expires in three days!" "Probably a crock of shit," Will thought. And who is this Ron? But considering what he'd seen the past few months, he could not just dismiss it. The only instances of a program like this he'd ever come across were in fictional stories, but maybe, he hoped, there was some truth to them. He stayed until nearly midnight reading the testimonials. Guys who wished themselves wealthy. Guys who gave themselves big muscular bodies. Guys who got promotions, or hot women to fall in love with them. Guys who wished their wives had bigger tits. There were, of course, no ways to contact any of the people making the testimonials. And Will had read enough for the night. He felt grateful that neither Tuesday nor Wednesday could quite figure out how to use the phone anymore, or they'd be calling him non stop. He closed the offer and shut down his computer. He had been a long day, and maybe a little sex would relax him. He knew he wouldn't find out, as he was on his way to having, as usual, quite a lot of sex. *** The next day was a disaster. He was forty-five minutes late for work, when his morning shower turned into a three-way fuck fest, and neither Tuesday nor Wednesday would let him leave until he watched them cum using their new two-headed dildo. They had broken the first five two-headed dildos he had purchased, and he was glad to see this one holding up to the wear and tear, but still he didn't like being late for work. But that was just the start of things. When he arrived he was immediately called into Bruce Carlson's office. It had turned out that Will had somehow infected the office e-mail system with a virus that was corrupting everyone's address books. The tech department had confirmed that it came from Will's computer, and they would be up later in the day to check out his system and hard drive themselves. "It wasn't intentional, Bruce," Will said. "These things happen. I'm sorry but it's not my fault." "Maybe," sneered Bruce, "But I've told them to block internet access on your log in for a while. Internet access is a privilege, not a right. And you've lost the privilege." Will was steaming. "It's not a privilege, I need it for work, Bruce! That's one of my sources for getting pricing, and watching the market each day. What am I supposed to do about that?" Bruce really didn't know what Will did for his job. He honestly didn't know, or care, what most people did. He just knew he didn't like it when he heard from the board of directors that there was a problem, so he decided to act "like a boss." "If you can't do your job, maybe we should get someone in here who can," said Bruce full of bluster. Will thought of talking back, but instead just left and returned to his office. He was angry at Bruce, but much more at himself. "The guy's an idiot," Will thought. "But he's also mostly right. I did it. It came from my e-mail, and it was done looking at non-business related stuff." Will knew he had a few hours to clean up his computer the best he could, and hoped that he wouldn't be found out. He pulled all his research text files onto a flash drive, and then started going through his email. That's when he remembered the PC Changer. "What do I have to lose?" he thought. He opened the link and paid the fee with his credit card. In only a few minutes, he was staring at the start up screen for PC Changer. The whole program was based on a questionnaire, so Will began filling it out. YOUR NAME: Will Green IS THIS CHANGE AT HOME OR OFFICE: Office YOUR BOSSES NAME: Bruce Carlson YOUR TITLE: Associate Vice President YOUR AGE: 35 GENDER: M HEIGHT: 5-9 WEIGHT: 180 HAIR: Black EYES: Brown GLASSES: No IQ (estimate if don't know): 120 IDEAL BODY M OR F: F AGE: 19 HEIGHT: 5-2 WEIGHT: 110 HAIR: Blonde EYES: Blue CHEST CUP (up to GG): GG PERSONALITY (angel, normal, sexy, slutty): SLUTTY IQ: 90 OCCUPATION (pick one or "don't care"): Don't care TYPE OF CHANGE REQUIRED (CHOOSE ONE): BODY ONLY: No MIND ONLY: No REALITY, OTHERS, ONLY: No REALITY, YOU, ONLY: No PICK UP TO THREE: Body, Mind, Reality HIT ENTER TO EXECUTE, OR HIT SAVE TO RETURN LATER. Will sat there, looking at the cursor. He clicked on "reality, others" and a pop up box opened up that said that all reality would be altered to match the changes, and that the person transformed would have existed since birth, the old person would not have. Everyone but the person running the program would accept the new reality. He smiled. This would be great. If he, Will, had never existed... then he wouldn't have gone to Tibet . Tuesday would be back home, as would Wednesday. Each of the other options also had pop up boxes, but he did not have time to do them, as he saw the tech person in Bruce's office at the moment. "Why not?" Will thought, and hit "execute" His screen went bright blue, followed by bright pink. This, he thought, was an encouraging color. An hourglass appeared on the screen, with a small dialog box saying "Processing", but Will could see nothing happening to him. He nearly leapt out of his chair when his intercom buzzed. "Mr. Green, will you come in here, please?" Bruce's voice boomed. Will tried escaping from the program, but they keyboard had no effect. He tried holding the PC power button down, but it did not power off. "As soon as possible, Mr. Green," Bruce's voice boomed again. Flustered, Will turned off his monitor, so at least the bright pink screen wouldn't be visible, and walked to Bruce's office. As he arrived, Bruce brushed past him with a scrowl, saying "I'll leave you two alone" and closed the door behind him. Will sat down at the small conference table, where Rita Brennan from the personnel department had a file open. "Mr. Green, as you know we have a problem," she said. "Oh, God," Will thought, "I'm going to get fired." "Look, Ms. Brennan," Will said. "I don't think it is that big of a deal. It was an accident and it won't happen again." Rita sat back in her chair, and stared at him, a frown on her face. "Mr. Green," she said. "I think perhaps you are not realizing the severity of this. And it is not, an isolated incident." Will felt a warm flush over his body, and felt unsettled for a moment, but it quickly passed. "Look, Rita? May I call you Rita?," Will said. "Just because someone is related to the founders of the company, I don't think it is fair for them to be able to harass people like this...the whole thing.." Rita cut him off. "I quite agree, Mr. Green." She passed him a sheet of paper. "These are all the recorded offenses in the past 45 days, alone," she said. "Our security cameras have caught a constant stream of inappropriate behavior, some of which has been reported, some of which has not. For goodness sake, sex with custodians?" Will leaned in closer. "Come again? Sex with... what are you talking about?" "Exactly, Sir." She said. It's best if we keep you out of this. We have asked Ms. Carlson to clean out her desk. She has been fired. And her family has told her she is no longer welcome back, this was her final chance. If I may say... the woman... is a slut." Will's head was reeling. "Oh wait... oh, not again." He said, grabbing his hair with his hands. "Not again, what, Sir?" Rita said, but without even answering, Will escorted her out of the office and thanked her for her time. He looked all around the office. It now had Will's pictures on the wall. Will's diplomas. And a name plate which said, "Will Green - President." Bruce Carlson came bouncing into the room. Or at least what WAS Bruce Carlson. And by the size of his tits, "bouncing" was his only mode of transportation. "Oh, Mr. Green... please. I'm like so so sorry. Don't fire me, I got no where to go!" Will stared at his former boss, speechless. "Uh, just to humor me... what is your name?" The girl giggled. "I'm Bryce Carlson, silly. You know that!" "Um, Bryce... sit here and stay here, ok? I'll be right back." Will ran out to his former office, but found someone else sitting there. He then looked over to where "Bryce" had come from, a secretarial cube, and saw his old computer sitting there. Hesitantly, he turned on the monitor. "TRANSFER COMPLETE: OFFICE TRANSFORMATION EXECUTED, NEW REALITY FOR ALL BUT (Will Green). FORMER BOSS (Bruce Carlson) TRANSFORMED TO IDEAL FORM TO FACILITATE PROMOTION. CLICK HERE TO ACCEPT, CLICK HERE IF UNRESOLVED ISSUES "Unresolved issues?" Will hissed. "That was supposed to be me! I didn't just want a stupid promotion!" Will clicked on "unresolved issues" and followed the prompts: PLEASE ACCEPT OR REJECT EACH CHANGE MADE: BRUCE CARLSON TRANSFORMATION: Reject REASON (text only please): I didn't want him kicked out of his family! I didn't want his job! I was supposed to have the ideal body! The pink screen briefly returned, but "PROCESSING" was quickly replaced by "TRANSFER COMPLETE." This time, however, the screen returned to his Windows Desktop, and the PC Changer program was nowhere to be found. Will looked down, and he was unchanged. He returned to his office to see Bryce sitting at the conference table, as if nothing had happened. "Bryce?" Will asked. "Um, sorry. You got me confused. I'm Bunny Boobies." The girl cooed. "Oh, of course you are," said Will. "You are like... OMG hot," Bunny said. "Like... your body is like... it's like... ummm..." "Wait, let me guess," Will said, dejectedly. "It's 'ideal'?" "Ohhh, big word, yah," said Bunny. "Mostly, I just want to fuck you." Will went to close his office door, before a co-worker named Brain Chestler stopped in. "Hey man, I just wanted to say congratulations," Brain said, shaking Will's hand. "I mean, you deserved it. When old man Rogers retired, we knew the board would hire you." Brian noticed the hot woman sitting at Will's conference table, slowly unbuttoning her blouse. "Um... holy shit, Will! Who's she?" "Uh, she was here for an interview. Look, thanks but I gotta go." "Yeah, you go!" said Brian, as Will closed the door on him. "Bunny, huh?" Will said. "Do you have a driver's license or anything?" "Um... no," she said, taking off her blouse. "Any credit cards?" "Um... no," slipping out of her high heels. "Do you have a place to live?" "Um... no," she said, unhooking her bra and letting her gigantic tits free to wobble on her chest. "Do you remember anything about who you are?" he asked, desperately. "Um... yeah, I'm Bunny, and I totally want to fuck you... Mr. President!" Will sighed, closed the shades on his new office windows, and let Bunny have her way with him. *** The first few weeks with Bunny were difficult for Will. First off, his tiny apartment really wasn't big enough for four people, and second of all, the amount of sex needed by Bunny, Tuesday and Wednesday was off the charts. Bunny seemed to fit in well with the other girls, though. She had the largest breasts of the three of them, and Tuesday and Wednesday seemed to enjoy playing with them. Feeding them became an issue as well. Will had no time to cook for them, as they really wouldn't allow it anyway. So he took to getting food in bulk at the price club. Large bags of cheetoes, giant boxes of crackers, huge jars of pickles... whatever he could find. The girls didn't care, and just ate for energy. For his part, Will began taking several multi-vitamins a day to try to keep up. He was fortunate that now in Bruce's old job, he had a lot more time and flexibility at work. And the extra money helped too. He spent hours and hours at work trying to find another way to be transformed. He had heard of a native American warrior spell when he first started his quest, and he focused most of his energies following that path. It finally paid some dividends, when he found reference to it in a book on the "great spirit". Legend has it that when the members of a tribe were down in numbers, and needed someone to defend it, they could join together and transform someone who is willing intp their champion. Only the will of the gathered and the willingness of the one can accomplish the feat. Will was frustrated by the vagueness of the description of the ceremony, but its one paragraph description did seem to provide him with the way. "The hopi would take a talisman of another great warrior, and the "chosen" would hold it. The tribe would encircle him and chant for what it wished. If their collective will was strong enough, the "great spirit" would pull the essence from the talisman and grant their requests. Each tribe could make this request only in its darkest hour, and then only one time in its history." Will thought this posed many issues, the first of which was... who carries talismans these days? Second, where would get a "tribe" who wished for what he did? Later that night, while Tuesday was sucking his cock and he was sucking on Bunny's tits and finger fucking Wednesday to a screaming orgasm, it hit him... Balder University. Balder University was just a few miles from his office, and known locally for its active fraternity system. Certainly, a fraternity full of horny college kids would be interested in what he wanted. Actually, he knew almost at once, they wouldn't. Would a group of 20 year old men want to listen to a 35 year old man who says he wants them to turn him into a girl? Will realized that he needed another tact. He needed to speak their language. And when Bunny sat on his face as he licked her orgasm, he knew just what that language was. *** Will had a pounding headache as he drove up to Balder's Fraternity Row. He had done some research and determined that the Beta Theta Pi house was the one which most often got into trouble at Balder. Just what he was looking for. But his headache had nothing to do with research. It had to do with getting Tuesday, Wednesday and Bunny to wear the bathrobes he'd laid out for them, and keep them on in the car for the 15 minute ride. It was the first time he'd taken the three of them out of the house, and it was a nightmare. Twenty seconds into the trip, all three robes were off, and the girls were masturbating each other in the back seat and begging Will to pull over and fuck them. He tried threatening to "turn this car around" as his father once did, but all that did was make them excited about the idea of going home and fucking. So by the time the arrived at the Beta house, he was exhausted. "Listen girls, if you will put those robes on for 10 minutes, I promise when we get home I'll stay up all night with you, ok? And I'll even go into work a bit late tomorrow. Is that a deal?" he begged. "Clothes are stinky!" Bunny whined. "I love being naked!" Tuesday and Wednesday said in unison. "Fine, fine... I ... um... know they are stinky. And I know naked is better. But 10 minutes, ok? Please?" "Ok, Master," said Tuesday. "It's a deal. But first you got to do something for us, ok? Pleeeease?" Will nodded and got out of the car. The backseat was tight, but he laid down on the seat and let the three of them share in a blow job, each taking turns until he exploded in Wednesdays mouth. He zipped up as he watched the three of them kissing deeply to share in their "reward." His knees a little wobbly, from the experience, Will got out of the car, and walked towards the front door with his temporarily robbed girls. "HEY, MARK, DID YOU ORDER ANY STRIPPERS?" Colin Hart screamed after opening to door to see Will and the girls. "NOT THAT I REMEMBER... BUT MAYBE!" screamed a voice from somewhere inside the house in response. "Excuse me, no one ordered these girls," Will said. "My name is Will, and if you'd let me come in, I have a proposal for you that I think you'll like." Colin looked over the three girls, wiped his floppy blonde hair out of his face, and noticed each of the tugging on the robe they were wearing. He noticed that Bunny's was barley containing her giant tits. He couldn't move out of the door way fast enough to let them in. When the frat brothers had gathered in the common room, Will tried to explain his proposal. But all eyes were on the girls, each of whom kept tugging on their robes as if they were radioactive. Will explained about the Hopi Indians, he explained about the Great Spirit, and he explained about the tribe who needs a new warrior. Finally, out of frustration, he turned and said "10 minutes are up". The girls gleefully took off their robes, began rubbing against each other. Will shouted "DO YOU GUYS WANT ONE OF THESE FOR YOUR OWN? THEN LISTEN TO ME!" Will instructed the girls to put their robes back on, and they did so, begrudgingly, murmuring "yes Master" as they did so. He instructed them to go back to the car and wait, and to the chagrin of the gathered frat boys. "Hi, I'm Mark Floyd, chapter president," said the young man who took Will's hand and shook it. "You're telling me, we could get one of those? Do we have a choice? Because I think we'd take the one with the giant boobs. The others look like twins, and we'd hate to break up your set." Will laughed. "No, no, Mark," Will said. "You'd get your very own, designed to whatever specifications you all want. All I'd need from you is that you track down something from a girl you all lust for, and then get everyone to focus on what you want when I perform a little ceremony... and that's it." Will didn't see any reason to tell them that it would be he that is turned into this woman, nor that they'd also end up inheriting the three other girls too. Because if he had, they might have gotten freaked out about having a former man, or worse, said that three is enough and just tried to take Tuesday, Wednesday, and Bunny. "Well, why waste time?" Mark said. "I don't have to conference with my housemates, we'd want one like the big titted one." Will suddenly felt nervous. They were going to do this now? He tried to contain his excitement, especially considering how his luck had been running. But he took a deep breath and said "sounds good to me." Will told Mark that they needed to clear out the room, and draw a small circle on the floor, and then a larger circle around it. Will could tell that Mark probably thought a lot of this was bullshit, but he also could tell that Mark saw the three huge boobed girls being escorted back in from the car by Colin. The robes obviously were left in the car. "Colin, get one of the hairs off the head of the big titted one, will ya?" yelled Mark. "They're all big titted, Mark," responded Colin. "The REALLY big titted one," Mark said, shaking his head. "Pledges," he said to Will, smiling. As the frat boys cleared the room, Will laughed watching Colin try to get one of Bunny's hairs, while Tuesday and Wednesday were rubbing their bodies up against his. Will was glad to see someone else in the line of fire, and for a moment grew excited thinking he could soon join them all in making a real man out of Colin. Within five minutes the room was cleared, and two pledges had painted a small red circle in the center of the room, and a larger one filling up the rest of the room. "You could have just put down tape or something," Will said to Mark. "I didn't mean for you to wreck your floor." "You've never lived in a fraternity, have you?" said Mark with a laugh. With the circles drawn and Colin handing Will the hair, there was no reason for further delay. The frat brothers were certainly revved up, not only by the thought of what was to come, but by the three gorgeous naked women milling around their house. Will was panicked a bit. He didn't want to mess this up. Still, after making the girls promise to stay out of the room (he didn't want their thoughts mingling with those of the frat boys), he strode into the circle, and held the hair high above his head. "Now, I want each of you to think about what you most desire. You need to start chanting it. Can you do that?" Will said. Will took a deep breath, as the chant of "sex, sex, SEX, SEX" grew louder around him. With no script to use, he remembered the paragraph, and the words he had prepared to say. "Oh Great Spirit, we beg of you to show your mercy. This tribe needs a new champion. I hold here the ...talisman, I guess, of that which they most desire. Take its essence, oh Great Spirit, and give them what they desire. Give them the champion they call for. Heed us, Great Spirit!" Will felt momentarily ridiculous, until the whole house started to shake. He looked up at his hand, holding the hair aloft, and noticed it was glowing. He smiled. The glow flowed like oil, moving down his arm and slowly covering his body. He was giving off a light, and the chants of "Sex, Sex, SEX, SEX" grew louder and louder... and higher and higher. Will was frozen in place, unable to move, as the substance encased him. When it went over his face, he was unable to speak... but he could see just fine. He watched in horror as one by one, each of the frat boys in the circle turned into woman. Some looked nearly identical to Bunny. Some had different hair color, a few were shorter, many had breasts that were more the size of Tuesday and Wednesday. The last two transform were Mark and Colin. He could see the look of fear on Mark's face as the changes moved around the circle towards him. Will guessed that they too were unable to move. And as Mark changed into what looked like Bunny's younger, smaller boobed sister, his look of panic turned into one of lust... for Will. Colin mouthed the word 'sorry' just as he was transformed, and with that the house shook furiously and Will fell hard to the floor, as did each of the now transformed fraternity brothers. "What did you do?" Will demanded of the transformed Colin. Will could see Colin's brain being rewritten as they spoke, but luckily Colin had enough of the old him left to croak out a response in his now unfamiliar voice. "I ... uh... the girls were like... doing stuff to me," she said. "I .. never done that before and I couldn't, you know....get a hair? So I just, I just ... took one of mine and figured you wouldn't notice you know? I'm so sorry.... But like... you can fuck me really really hard if that makes you feel better! I know it would totally make me feel better!" Will, felt sick. He got to his feet as about 20 hot, naked, young women started moving towards him, with lust in their eyes. "You're our champion! Please fuck us" some shouted. "I love you," came from others. "My titties are nice and big" from one red headed vixen. As Will was fending off what could only really now be called his harem, he figured out that the Great Spirit did as he asked. Took the male essence of Colin, and since Will was already male, the only way the men could get the sex with the woman they desired was for them to actually become it themselves. The great spirit delivered, making Will their champion. "I hate the Great Spirit," said Will, his voice muffled as his head was pulled between a pair of massive tits. Hearing all the commotion, Tuesday, Wednesday and Bunny returned to the room, and joined in the fun. Will knew he had a whole new problem now. Reality didn't get altered like it did with Bunny. People were going to miss a whole fraternity of college students. But he couldn't fit twenty or so people in his car, either. He tried talking to the new girls to see if they knew anything that could help, but they were too far gone at this point, simply wanting to fuck and suck their "champion" as much as they good. Will managed to escape the room for a moment, however, and noticed as U- Haul parked in the back driveway. It was early in the semester, and obviously one of these "boys" was moving in stuff from home. And while he imagined U-Hauls had been used for many things in their lifetimes, as he herded 19 busty naked bimbos who used to be fraternity boys (he counted) into the back of the U-Haul, he imagined that this might be a first. And rather than deal with issues on the ride back, he put Tuesday, Wednesday and Bunny in the back too. He had no idea how his apartment was going to hold all of these girls, but it was all he could think of. He'd have to come back and get his car later. And he didn't doubt for a moment that he'd never be able to invoke the Great Spirit again, either. That was just his luck. *** Will took the next week off from work. He made daily trips to the price club to get food, and spent the rest of the time in an endless orgy of sex with 22 large breasted women who considered him their master. The girls took turn sleeping on the bed, the couch, and the floor. They didn't all sleep at once, so no matter the hour, someone was having sex with someone or someones else. And anytime Will was awake, the girls made sure he was part of it. At one point he tried to figure out all the new girls' names... but to no avail. None of them seemed to remember their lives as boys, and they all seemed to have named themselves. He felt horrible at what had happened to them, and incredibly jealous and envious at the same time. He was incredibly turned on by seeing them, and he had been having more sex than any man on the face of the planet, but he also wished more than anything he could just trade places with any one of them. In short he was cranky, tired, and sore. And even more motivated to find some way to make things right, and get what he wanted. But the reason he took the week off was that he had to find a new place to live. They couldn't keep on living in his little one bedroom apartment. He also knew that he'd have a tough time moving the group to another building, as it would obviously draw quite a bit of attention. So instead he found that a two-bedroom apartment in his building was available, and decided to make the move. Moving was a pain in the ass, of course. He had to move all his stuff by himself. He couldn't take the chance on movers, and he couldn't use the girls. He needed them for the furniture, though, but he did so in the middle of the night. If there were any light sleepers in the building, they would have seen quite the show had they looked out their peepholes. He ordered two sleeper sofas online, but because he'd already moved the girls to the new apartment, he had to have them delivered to his old apartment, and then dragged them to the new one. At least in this new space, he had enough room for everyone to have access to a bed, pullout or sofa... at least for the few hours a day each of them were not trying to suck Will's dick or get him to fuck them. *** The worst part for Will was that he had exhausted all the avenues of research he'd compiled over the years. The irony that they ALL worked, but none of them worked on HIM, was not lost on him. But even with his greatest leads exhausted, the fact that he now was certain that true magic did exist made him more likely to chase what he'd previously thought of as flights of fantasy. Which is why he only felt a little silly traipsing through the woods in some backwater part of Massachusetts which intersected with a section of the Appalachian Trail . Silly, because he was doing it because of rumors of a witch that lived in these woods and enchanted hikers who were trying to complete the trial walk. It sounded a lot like the Loch Ness monster to him, but after what he'd seen in recent weeks, he couldn't discount anything. He left Tuesday in charge of the girls. He didn't know if that would do any good, but he had left jumbo size bags of Doritos and breakfast cereals, as well as gallons and gallons of juice, and hoped that would work. They all seemed resistant to even the sniffles, so he didn't think it mattered too much what they ate. He started to understand what it must be like to work at the zoo and be in charge of the monkey cages - if the monkey cages were full of giant boobed sex maniacs. When Will stumbled upon the small hut in the middle of the woods, with smoke puffing out of a small chimney, he felt that either he'd found his target, or that Hansel and Gretel would be showing up any minute now. W