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The Used Car Salesman
If you told me 3 years ago that I would be a multi- millionaire, I would
have laughed in your face. Back then, I was a 44 year old mother with 3
children, working as a bank teller. To make extra money I took in college
students, and preformed magic at a few local clubs.
I was known as Katherine the Great. Most of my audience thought I was
just doing simple "tricks," however I was very good at doing real magic,
but the book of spells I inherited from my Great grandfather, had limits.
I could turn lead into gold, however to make the transference it required
a quantify of platinum. I could make myself younger, but someone would
have to sacrifice twice as many years as I would get, and they would have
to agree to being aged as well. Still I could really saw a person in two
and put them back together, pull rabbits out of a hat, or even make
people float without wires. The really impressive magic I could do from
the book however, had very strict requirements. I could do them as long
as I followed all the instructions and had the required ingredients. For
example time travel requires dodo bird feathers, and turning invisible
can only be done on February 29Th. When I did my act, most people thought
I was just performing. I would have done it for free, but, being a widow
I needed the money. Still it paid better than my hourly rate at the bank.
To help pay for my children's school, I had taken in 3 boarders from the
local college. I always took in boys, because if they respect you, you
never have as much trouble, as girls give you. They never clog the toilet
with tampons, and they will help with the yard work, for some homemade
cookies.
I was happy for the most part, but my son had finishing school the year
before and already had a good job out west, my husband died 5 years ago.
My oldest daughter lived about 30 miles away, and had given me twin
grandchildren 3 years ago. I love my saltbox house, but it is very empty
now that all the children have moved out, at least most of the year I had
my boarders, they consider me their very cool Aunt Kathy. But I dreaded
getting older and being alone. I've dated, but most men aren't interested
in a plump middle aged women. The only guys who wanted to date me were at
least 10- 15 years older then me The guys my age always seem to be
looking for someone under 35 and not my 146 lbs. I'm not bad looking, but
having 3 kids has taken a toll on my body. The worst blow was when I
finally did make love to one of my dates, he stopped calling me. He
wouldn't return my calls or letters. Finally I confronted him at his
apartment, he told me, he could put up with my wrinkles, but he wasn't
going to "waste his time fucking my big sloppy cunt." I haven't dated
since then. After all who would want me?
It all started when my lodgers were off on spring break. I decided to
give each of there rooms a good spring cleaning. As I started cleaning
my tenant Mike's room, I must have moved the mouse to his computer. The
screen lit up as the computer restarted itself. I couldn't believe what
was on his screen, it was a yahoo group called,
"Young_males_become_mature_females_2." I just stared at the screen
thinking this must be some kind of a joke. Yet I looked at the page in
fascination. There were so many young men in the first group that they
needed a second group to handle the overflow. I was puzzled, why would
these men be willing to give up their youth to become someone like me?
I spent the rest of the night on my computer looking up all these
different sites of people wanting to exchange bodies. The most amazing
thing it was mostly men wanting to become women. What was the most
remarkable part was there were men wanting to be anything from human
cows, to amputees, to older women, and even fatties. There was even a
site called fictionmania, with thousands of stories about people being
transferred. I wondered why couldn't a person be content with their body,
yet with each web site there were more and more men stating they would be
willing to do almost anything to become a real woman.The more I thought
about it the more I figured, there has got to be a way for me to make a
few bucks off of this.
I knew I had seen a spell that could help me in my Great grandfather's
book. There it was on page 327, a body swap spell. The ingredients for
the spell would cost just over $100, after all yak hair isn't that cheap.
I saw that there were also certain conditions to be met.
First: Both people must be looking directly at each other.
Second: Both people must be willing to do the switch.
Third: Both parties must be aware of any potential problems of the body
they are to assume.
Fourth: A person can only swap bodies once a week.
I always thought this spell was useless because who would want to
downgrade into an inferior body. like mine. I was over 40 my breasts were
slightly smaller than a C cup, and a bit saggier than I liked, and I had
a slight pear shape. My tummy was no longer firm. Three kids will do that
to you. Yet after looking at several sites, I now saw that to some people
my body was pure gold. And I could be young again. So what if I had to
walk around with a dick the rest of my life. The next morning I logged on
to several different yahoo groups, offering my body for a swap to the
highest bidder. In the next 5 hours I had 8 responses laughing at what
they thought was a joke, but there were 3 response wanting my picture and
measurements. By the next morning their were 87 men bidding on me. By the
end of the week I had narrowed down the possible candidates to 15, the
lowest offer being $50,000 to swap with a hunky 23 year old. I contacted
the 15 men by phone. Some of them had very sad stories of never being
able to fit in, trapped in the wrong body, several felt they were too
masculine to ever become a believable woman by surgery. And 3 wanted to
pay just to be in my body for just a week or two.
I finally decided on swapping with Frank. At 6'5" he knew there was no
way for him to ever be a passable woman. And more than anything he wanted
to be a Mother. He would give me $175,000 for my body, and if I would
impregnate him with his old body he would add another $35,000.
We agreed to swap in late June. Before we met face to face, I got a full
makeover, and shaved my arm pits and legs for the first time since I
stopped dating. I even lost 4 lbs, and bought a few cute bras and
panties. I had forgotten that I could look that good.
When Frank came over that Friday, I couldn't believe my luck. He was
extremely handsome, well dressed in an Armani suit and muscular, with
blond hair and blue eyes to die for. His baritone voice was what had sold
me during our first phone call. I couldn't fully understand why he would
ever want to trade in such a beautiful body. He looked me over and seemed
pleased saying, "I wired half the money to your bank account, and I would
like to swap with you as soon as possible. I can't stand being in this
body another minute."
Then he looked deeply into my eyes and said, "Your picture doesn't do you
justice, your sure you can really do this?"
I informed him about being able to do all kinds of magic, and proved it
by levitating him off the floor. After he finally stopped laughing, I cut
his fingernails to put into the potion.
I prepared the potion in my kitchen. It took about 3 hours to prepare a
blue sludge like formula. I entered the living room, in my p.j.s,
bringing 2 potent smelling mugs. We sat across from each other and drank
the fowl tasting brew. At first nothing seamed to happen. Frank gave me
an accusing look, thinking he had been coned. But when he tried to get up
his face started melting, then my vision got blurry. My clothes got
tighter as a dizzy feeling entered my body. I heard a ripping sound as my
clothes buckled under the strain. When my eyes began to focus, and I
could see Frank was much smaller, and his hair was now long and brown. I
felt energy surge through my body that I hadn't felt in years. My crotch
felt an itch, as I felt my balls forming, then descending. I put my hand
to where a penis was forming where my clit was. First it filled my hand.
Soon, it poked past my grip. The more it grew the more sensitive it
became. My hands were growing but not as fast as my new sensitive dick.
Meanwhile, Frank had one hand down his shorts, and the other feeling his
growing breasts. His suit looked ridiculous on him being several sizes to
large, except in the butt. We both stood up and wobbled towards each
other smiling, as Frank said, "Please take me to a mirror." It was a bit
awkward at first walking with a large sausage between my legs, as I took
him to my bedroom while trying to be modest in my torn clothes. Frank
showed no modesty as he stripped to check out his new body in the mirror.
Where I had seen a middle aged housewife. Frank saw great beauty saying,
"I'm finally pretty, do you have some makeup I can use, and maybe a
nightgown?"
I replied, "You might as well take it all, what am I going to do with it
now?"
As he slipped into one of my old teddies, Frank giggled, "This is better
than I could have hoped for, THANK YOU so much."
We talked for hours about the possibilities this swap had made, how we
had been trapped by our old lives, and what the future held.
About midnight Frank said, "You still owe me a baby."
I was nervous about making love, but I did know all my old body's erotic
zones. First I rubbed Frank's back with baby oil, then I worked my way to
Frank's sides, then I oiled the breasts. Frank moaned in ecstasy as my
oil covered fingers entered my former pussy. I teased Frank with two then
three fingers. Frank begged me to enter but I just made a gentle motion
in Frank's ever wetter beaver, giving Franks nipple an occasional nibble.
It seemed so weird, was I now some sort of lesbian? I should have been
freaking out, but my 8 inch dick was demanding to be included in the
action. I was totally enjoying sex as a man. My dick easily slid into the
dripping pussy. The wet walls tried to close in on my dick, as I thrust
in and out. Suddenly I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I had
no idea how intense and focused a male orgasm was, as my dick pumped
Frank's wet pussy. I came, and I came hard. Frank knew all my new bodies
ecstasy zones, licking my balls and dick. As Frank and I 69ed I thought I
would burst yet again. I put my entire hand in Frank's twat. Frank
screamed as the orgasm hit. As I sucked on Franks breasts, I wished the
night would never end. My only regret was that I was now too big to fit
comfortably it my old double bed with Frank. Tomorrow I would get a king
sized one.
Frank stayed with me 6 weeks, every night as we got to know each other,
the sex got better. Of course being originally a woman , it was
embarrassing getting a hard on when looking at a really cute guy.
Getting my new I.D. was just another simple magic trick. Explaining to my
kids they now had a father was another story. I discovered I was much
more comfortable in boxers, vs jockey shorts. Meanwhile I was getting
more messages from men wanting to trade bodies with me. The amounts of
money they offered were unbelievable. But how could I cash in if I was
now male.
Then it hit me, I didn't need to stay male! I called up Ruth, an old
friend from weight watchers and asked her what was she willing to do for
a trim body? $85,000 later I was once again a woman but in a 28 year old
body of 245lbs. Its funny she thought even less of her body the I thought
of my old female body. After we swapped bodies Ruth stayed with me a week
while we arranged all of our new identity papers and I taught her what I
had learned about being male. But she had no interest in trying her new
equipment on me. But by the end of the week Ruth had slept with 3
different women, showing no regrets with loosing her femininity.
I found it awkward living in a world meant for skinny people while I was
in the body of a whale. I was having trouble finding comfortable seats,
and I kept walking into things. I was now wearing a 46 G bra, It took me
almost two days to get used to walking with those watermelons attached to
my chest. I wondered if I should get a breast reduction before trying to
sell this body. I gave my fat body a makeover, and bought much more
intriguing clothes and underwear, vs. the schoolmarm clothes Ruth used to
wear. Then I had some glamour shots made. After the session the
photographer, Pete wanted a date with me. It turns out he was a chubby
chaser, and the natural tits sent him out of his mind. On our third date
I decided to give myself to him. He proved a very gentile lover, but I
was so fat he couldn't get his 5 inch dick in my pussy while doing it
missionary style. I turned around so we could do it doggie style. I felt
a pain as he entered me, and suddenly realized that he had broken my
cheery. Poor Ruth had been a 28 year old virgin. My rolls of fat jiggled
in time with my breasts rocking to and fro with each stroke of Pete's
dick. My whole body quivered as my orgasm hit, Pete's cum was dripping
out of me, as he begged me to get on top of him, and smother him with my
over sized breasts. As he sucked on my nipples I realized that this body
was much more sensitive than my skinny body, especially my breasts. I
almost wondered if I should just stay in this body. Pete fell asleep
using my right breast as his pillow.
The next morning I called up my kids and told them that I was now a woman
again, just in a different body. At first they were shocked, but in the
end they knew that it wasn't my body that they loved, but my soul. If I
could have stayed with Pete I might have kept Ruth's body, but I soon
discovered he had a wondering eye. So by the end of the month I had
posted my pictures and offer on a site called "Fatty Jane's."
I sold that body to a good looking 22 year old black man, for $198,000.
At this point I swap every two to four weeks. I've been every race, a
size 0, had boobs twice the size of Ruth's, and an 14 inch dick. However
every now and then I'm in a body so intense that I don't want to leave
it., but sooner or later I get an offer I can't refuse. Frank stops by
every now and then with our son Bill. Some years Bill sends a Mother's
Day card, others I get a Father's Day card.
At this point I own the site dreamrides.com. I have several people listed
that want to change bodies, and the assorted prices to become that
person. I've found that it's almost like running a used car lot, acquire
the body, give it a coat of paint and a good cleanup, then bargain for
the best price I can get. There are a lot of rich women out there that
hate their bodies. And even more men willing to do anything to be a
woman. The strange thing is no one has ever asked for their money back.
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