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Knowing My Destiny
By Mistress X
This is the story of one Halloween when a long held tradition changed my
life.
I was laying on the couch on Halloween afternoon when I heard shuffling
at the door. "I got the costumes!" yelled Mike as he finally wrestled
his way inside.
"Well it's about time," Steve complained as he came down the stairs.
"Hey Pete, get in here so we can see what he got."
I rolled off the couch and shambled over as Mike pulled three adult
Halloween costumes from a large shopping bag. "I got a barbarian, a
Bigfoot, and a 'forest nymph' outfit," Mike explained. "Guess which
one's the short straw."
"The nymph," Steve and I said in unison.
My roommates and I had a tradition for years. Each Halloween we would go
to Mike's cousin's costume party and since the three of us were about
the same size one of us would go out and buy three costumes. The game
was one of the costumes would be really embarrassing and we would draw
straws to see who would have to wear it.
Steve took three straws from the kitchen drawer and cut them to three
different lengths, he rolled them between his hands and held them out.
Mike and I each grabbed a straw and held our breath. Mike's was short,
but unfortunately, not as short as mine.
"Dammit to Hell," I whined. "That's three years in a row."
"And the third girly costume in a row," Steve added with a chuckle. "I
guess it's just destiny Bro."
"Yeah," said Mike. "Maybe you were really meant to be a chick ha-ha."
There they went again, suggesting I was gay or some sort of wanna' be
transsexual just because I hadn't brought quite as many women by the
house as they had.
_ _ _ _ _
I reluctantly put on the skimpy outfit, and glittery makeup, and went
outside where the other guys were waiting. "About time," said Mike.
"You know how long it takes women to get ready," joked Steve.
"Oh, Hardy-har fucking har!" I carped. "So what are we going in?"
Then began the second, unspoken, Halloween tradition, the flipping of
the coin. "Alright," said Mike. "Heads, my car, tails, Pete's."
The shinning silvery quarter spun in the air before it landed in Mike's
palm, he slammed it down onto his forearm and peeked underneath. "Please
let it be tails, please!" I prayed in my mind. Mike's jalopy was thirty
years old and I didn't really trust it anymore.
"Heads it is!" Mike belted triumphantly as he slid the coin back into
the hidden pocket of his sasquatch costume.
"Oh, fuck."
_ _ _ _ _
*Bump, bump, bump, kalunk* The car rattled around on its bad shocks as
we cruised down the road. "Jesus Mike," Steve yelled. "We're on a
freshly paved road. How can this car shake so damn much?"
"There's nothing wrong with my car 'Conan'," Mike sneered.
"Well I guess it's the monkey for a driver then!"
"Okay that's enough!" screamed Mike spinning 'round in his seat. "I've
had it with your..."
*POW!* The car sputtered and gasped as Mike retook the wheel and pull to
the shoulder. "Oh, com'on baby, don't do this to me!" The old rust
bucket struggled for one more breath and died. "No, no, no!" Mike begged
as he dropped his head down on the steering wheel.
_ _ _ _ _
"There's nothing wrong with my car!" Steve mocked as we trudged down the
roadside.
"Quit bitching," said Mike. "I'll call a tow truck and we'll get a ride
back when we get to Paul's party."
"Yeah, ten miles away," I nagged.
"Not quite," said Mike vigorously as he gestured toward a narrow dirt
turnoff up ahead. "If we take that way through the woods it's less than
two."
"It better be," I continued. "I'm in high heels here."
I hung my head and tried to avoid the muddy spots as Mike and Steve kept
quarrelling.
The sun was setting and the evening light made the area rather creepy.
When we could no longer see the main road I began to hear a strange
noise coming from the trees. "Hey! Shut up you two and listen!"
With Steve and Mike quiet I could tell the sound was a woman singing.
"Who would be out here?" I pondered.
As we continued down the road a strange lady popped out of the bushes
right in front of us. She danced around and sang as if she couldn't even
see us, some type of hippie obviously. She wore a pixy costume with very
realistic wings and was almost unnaturally thin.
"Excuse me," I uttered with concern.
"Ooh!" she squealed finally taking notice. "My poor creatures, some
awful curse has befallen you."
"Are you okay Lady?"
"You three are but shadows of yourselves. Allow me to help you."
She took her little pixy wand and flashed it in front of us peppering us
with glitter.
*Cough, cough, cough!* Before we could recover she was already dancing
back into the woods. "Hey LADY!" yelled Steve as he went after her. A
couple of minutes later he emerged with a look of confusion.
"She's gone I can't find her anywhere."
"Well come on," I told him. "She'll probably turn up when she's sober."
_ _ _ _ _
We finally arrived at the party around nightfall, and Mike made
arrangements with Paul for a ride, before we knew it we were enjoying
the party.
I stood by the punch bowl while the guys mingled. I always stood by the
bowl because Paul made the best 'Irish' punch.
Steve was getting even more attention from women than usual. "Great
costume! Have you been working out?" they would say, and I had to admit,
he was looking rather cut.
Mike on the other hand, usually a lady's man, was repelling people.
"Jesus Mike! When's the last time you bathed!?" I heard one girl shout.
"Damn I'm horney," I thought as I looked around the room.
"Pete? Is that you?" Paul said as he leaned against the table. "Short
straw again huh?"
"Yeah."
"Well I guess it's destiny," Paul said as I scowled. "Anyway, you went
all out on this one, nice costume."
"What do you mean, it's just a thrown on, store bought... You know what
I'm ready to go home."
_ _ _ _ _
I sat in the backseat of Paul's car next to Steve while Mike sat up
front. "Fuck Mike you stink!" Paul barked.
"Damn straight!" Steve agreed. "You look like you're puttin' on weight
too."
"He doesn't smell that bad," I disputed. He was a little musky, but it
wasn't bothering me.
"No," said Steve. "He stinks, but you smell good. Are you wearing
perfume?"
"No," I replied defensively. "I'm not wearing anything."
"Him right," Mike grunted scratching his ribs. "You, smell, good."
"Ah, are you alright Mike?"
"Me ok."
_ _ _ _ _
Mike plopped down on the couch as Steve and I each headed upstairs. "I'm
still so horney," I grumbled as I shuffled into my bathroom. I turned on
the water and looked up into the mirror. "My GOD!" I said. "I must have
put more effort into my makeup than I remembered." I was pretty wasted
so it was conceivable. I looked really girly. "Were my ears always this
pointy?"
I tried to scrub off my makeup but it wasn't going anywhere. I reached
up to take off my wig. "Ouch! What the hell? It's stuck," I yanked and
yanked, but it was as if I were pulling on real hair. "Was this a glue
on wig? Ah, fuck it."
I pulled off my top and threw it in the corner. That's when I saw
something I knew I wasn't imagining. "Holy shit!" My chest was swollen
and my nipples were puffy. My dick went hard at the sight of it.
"Damn!?" It felt as if I had the worst hardon of my life, but when I
looked down at my skirt it didn't seem like much.
I took off my skirt and undies and what I saw was horrifying. My dick
was the size it normally is flaccid, but it was as hard as a diamond.
"What the fuck!?"
"Hey Pete I can't get this wig off...Whoa!" Steve declared as he walked
in. "Dude you look... AWSOME!" He just stared at me dumbstruck as he
quickly developed a hardon that could kill a buffalo, his loincloth
looked like a circus tent. I simply stared at it for a moment before I
convulsed and came all over the counter.
I was mortified, I couldn't believe I had done that. More than that
though I couldn't believe I was STILL horney!
"Aw sick dude you..." Steve trailed off. "Mmm, there's that smell
again." As Steve approached wide-eyed I could tell something was also
seriously wrong with him. He now stood a full head taller than me and
was built like a linebacker. He had muscles on top of muscles beads of
sweat running down his bulging chest to his sculpted abs. His biceps
were like coconuts and his forearms would have made Pop-eye jealous.
As my eye slipped down past his massive boner to his tree trunk thighs I
began to have dark but compelling thoughts. I laid my hand on his chest
and gently pushed; he walked backwards into my room still transfixed on
me swaying my hips.
He tripped onto my bed and I climbed on top of him. My body was driving
me and honestly, I didn't feel like resisting. I tore off Steve's
loincloth to reveal his enormous tool. "W-what are you doing?" he asked
dully, as if in a trance. By the time I realized his cock was in my
mouth I didn't care, I wanted it there. Instinctively I lapped at the
head as my lips grasped the shaft. I tightly gripped the base with one
hand and cupped his balls with the other.
"Ung, where did you learn to do that?" he asked, still in a daze. I
could feel my chest getting heavy over the next few minute, as Steve's
apparent trance faded he began to hump. It wasn't long before he came.
As I sat up I could feel two quivering weights on my chest. I now
somehow had a pair of huge tits. "Outstanding!" was all I could think as
I watched them growing before my eyes. Before I knew it I had straddled
Steve's hips and he was inside me. "Holy HELL!" I screamed aloud. "I've
got a cunt!" The stunning realization though somehow didn't sway me, I
just continued to roll my bodacious hips. "Nng, AHH!" I screamed in a
high voice as womanly pleasure washed over me. Orgasm after orgasm began
to hit me as Steve wrapped his big, rough hands around my soft, round
ass. Soon I orgasmed so frequently they began to run together.
Steve, now fully aware, turned me over and started fucking me doggie-
style. "Oh yes-yes-yes FUCK ME!" I shrieked uncontrollably. "Deeper,
deeper, harder! Do me wild man!"
Over the next couple of hours Steve and I fucked in every conceivable
position, he used me like a sexdoll and I reveled in it.
I laid next to his sleeping body fingering my new slit. "Hmm,
surprisingly virile," I said just as I licked my fingers clean of cum. I
wandered into the bathroom and took stock of my reflection. "Not bad," I
thought. My face was like that of a supermodel with tattooed on makeup.
My wig, I could now tell, was my real hair and my body was an almost
exaggerated female form. My tits were at least a g-cup, I couldn't
imagine a belt that would fit my spindly waist, and my legs went on for
days. "I've got kind of a chunky ass though."
"But how did this happen?" I wondered. "We've been turned into our
Halloween costumes... That crazy LADY! Maybe she really was magic. She
must have thought our costumes were real and tried to fix us! That
means... they were right! Maybe it is my destiny to be a woman. If that
coin toss hadn't come up heads, if I hadn't drawn the short straw, if
Mike hadn't picked these costumes. Wait a minute, MIKE!"
My boobs bounced side to side as I rushed down stairs. "Ooh, ooh, ahh!"
I heard as I approached the couch, that's where I found a seven foot,
four-hundred pound ape whacking-off. My jaw dropped as I saw the pair of
bowling ball size rocks and the cock the size of my lower leg. "Urr, ur,
ur AHH!" he screamed as he shot what must have been at least a gallon of
cum straight to the ceiling. The sight of Mike's gigantic rod and the
musky, masculine smell got me worked up again.
"Interesting," I uttered.
_ _ _ _ _
"YAWN..." Steve entered the room the next morning. "What the...!" he
yelled as he nearly tripped over me ridding sasquach cock and dripping
with spunk. "Well I guess it wasn't a dreaaam..." he said as I took his
dick into my mouth.
"I hope you're rested up," I said prying myself off the giant ape penis.
"Because this guy is just about worn out."
_ _ _ _ _
Now I spend my days working as a streetwalker, quite successfully thanks
to my powerful pheromones. I'm a REAL nymphomaniac now so you won't
believe how nice it is balling for a living. Steve is my muscle-bound
manager and personnel lover. We decided to keep Mike too for those days
when I'm not sexually satisfied, you know, days that end in y.
In the grand scheme of things I guess my destiny was to be a woman after
all, and you know what, I'm okay with that.
The End
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