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Woman scorned ©2010 Jennifer Morrell Please feel free to post my story anywhere, but please do that with mentioning me as the author. This is my first story in a different language of my own. Please forgive me if some grammar or wordings are not entirely correct. Enjoy! Woman Scorned Where do I begin to tell you about my life and about when my life took a strange turn? I'll tell you. I was a guy of about 35 years old. Just an average Caucasian male of 6 feet tall, married and three wonderful kids. I was enjoying myself at a party when Janice approached me. I didn't know here back then and if I had I would probably have been more careful talking to here. Janice was hitting on me and tried every trick in the book to seduce me, without succeeding though as my wife Wendy was also at the party and I love too her dearly not to cheat on her. I don't know where Janice got the idea that I was a ladies man jumping every woman at any chance I got. I tried to convince her about my marriage and being true to my wife, but she couldn't be convinced. Maybe she was suffering from PMS or something. Anyway I wasn't able to convince her. My wife saw us arguing and came to us to see what we were arguing about. Janice told her that she thought I was a ladies' man and that she was mad that I wouldn't jump her bones. Janice really felt rejected. My wife reacted a bit mad at her, calling her a whore. That remark infuriated Janice and she told us she was a witch. "If this ladies' man thinks he is too good for me, he will not dare to touch a woman's naked breasts or sex as he will receive an exact copy of those sexual parts he touched. As proof of my abilities and not to take my warning too lightly his shoes will not fit him anymore after he takes them off." After that last statement she mumbled some strange sentence took off. My wife and I were a bit shaken of this ordeal but shrugged it off as the party went on. After the party we were a bit drunk and took a taxi to take us home. At home we undressed and went straight to bed falling asleep seconds later. The next morning I got up, went to the bathroom, shaved and got dressed. The last thing to put on were my socks and shoes. Trying on my socks I noticed my feet seemed smaller and when I tried my shoes they just fell off as they were far too big. Some cursing and a cry escaped from my mouth and Wendy, my wife, came to see what was wrong. I showed her my feet and she understood immediately what happened. "That witch! She said something about your feet..." she shouted. "Yes, but also something about touching boobs and pussy," I completed her. "What are we going to do?" she asked. "I think first I'll have to find some shoes and then we'll have to find Janice or another witch to undo the curse." For shoes I tried a pair that Wendy usually wears to the gym. They fit perfectly. I guessed that I would be having trouble to find proper men's shoes. We both took the day off work and started searching for our mad witch Janice, to no avail. We ended up at a carnival in a tent of an acclaimed witch. Madame Zola greeted us and immediately felt I had a curse on me. I told her about my feet and asked her if she could undo that curse. 'My dear Sir, I am very sorry but I cannot lift your feet curse, but that one is the least of your problems. A strong spell has been casted upon you involving your sex life. And that spell cannot be lifted too,' she told me. We were dumbfounded that the old lady knew the spell that was casted upon me end we asked her if she knew a solution. 'Young man, the spell casted on you will do several things. The moment you take off your clothes after touching the bare breasts of a woman, you will find an exact copy of those breasts on your chest and they are there to stay. They will behave exactly as the ones of the original owner, so if she gets pregnant and her breasts grow, yours will grow too. If her breasts lactate, yours will as well. When hers cease to lactate, yours will cease as well. Don't even think about removing them surgically as you will find that bigger ones will replace the removed ones. If you touch a woman's bare vagina, the minute you get fully undressed, you will find your manhood missing and an exact copy of the vagina you touched (and its attributes inside) will be in its place. Your vagina will have the same looks as its original. The outside of your vagina will never change appearance, so if the pubic hair has been shaved in some way, it will forever look that way in your crotch. Cosmetic surgery to retrieve some masculine form down there will always fail, so don't even try. Although you may be having female genitals, you will not be able to pass as a woman as the spell also makes sure that the rest of your body remains masculine. No curves for you. I guess that is a lot to take in for you, but celibacy is the only way to keep your masculine genitals. Be careful and wise about this fact," she completed her explanation. We were really shocked after that explanation and returned home without saying a word. At our place, Wendy said: "you know, for me it's not a big problem. I can live with you have female genitals. I am bi-sexual. We both know that you are going to end up with female genitals, so why not get it over with," she said as she took off her clothes. "Touch my boobs and fuck me hard for one last time. If that madam Zola is right you just need to keep one piece of garment on to be able to do that. When the change is complete I will be able to help you through your periods as I know exactly how they are. So what do you say?" she inquired. I gave her arguments some thought and finally answered, "Wendy, you know I love you and I adore your body, but it would not be wise for me to get a copy of your body." She asked me why and I gave her my considerations. "First of all your boobs are too big for me to continue with a normal life. I should be looking for a small breasted woman, so that after the copy I still can hide them. Your pussy is great on you, but too old for me," I said. "Excuse me?!" Wendy replied angrily. "Why is my pussy not good enough for you?" "Well, it is not the pussy itself. It is rather what is behind it. It is the future I am worried about. We are both 35 years old and that means by average that you will start your menopause in about 15 years time. If I am stuck with a fully functional pussy and would also live my life as a man, I would experience rather big problems if I start my menopause at 50. If I find a girl 20 years younger than you chances are that I will start my menopause at 70 and by then I might already be dead," I explained. "Alright, that is well thought of you. Clever!" Wendy agreed. 3 weeks after the spell was casted So far I was able to control myself and didn't touch any female genital and I hadn't had much luck in finding women with the perfect chest or pussy to my likings. But that evening Wendy can home from the gym and told me she'd found the perfect candidate for my chest and that she would come over that evening. 1 hour later Miriam arrived. Miriam was a pretty brunette with an incredible hourglass figure and was elegantly dressed in a woman's suit that clearly accented her nice cleavage of which the flesh could not be seen. She was really any man's wet dream girl. I introduced myself and had some small talk. When she excused herself going to the bathroom I took Wendy aside and asked her what she was thinking. "Miriam has far too much cleavage for me!" I told her. "Wait, you haven't seen her bare chested," Wendy simply said. A moment later Miriam re-entered the room. "Wendy told me about your problem with some scorned witch and convinced me that I could be of some help to you," she said. "The only thing I want in return is you to show me the results." I wanted to protest, telling her how remarkably pretty she looked, but that her boobs would be too big too appear on my chest. But I didn't get the chance as she started to undress her top. She quickly removed her suit's jacket and soon her blouse followed. Then she removed some big falsies from her bra and removed her bra. I was shocked when I saw her bare chested. I couldn't believe my eyes. Such an incredible pretty woman, with such a great figure was standing before me bare chested and she actually didn't have any breasts at all. All she had were some pointy nipples but no aureoles to speak of. Yes, the bigger points on her chest were clearly feminine, but I have never seen any woman without breasts. When Miriam invited me to touch her chest I immediately jumped in and groped for her nipples, cupping her nonexistent breasts. The moment I did that, I felt something snap in my chest, but nothing happened. When I was done I went to my bedroom and undressed completely. The moment I was completely naked I felt some tingling on my chest and one minute later my chest felt like it was burning. A minute later that feeling was over. My chest was now hairless and on it now rested 2 feminine nipples. I slipped on my pants and returned into the room where Miriam still stood without any clothes on top. Wendy took the honor of comparing our Miriam's and my nipples and couldn't find any difference. Since then I have two fat feminine nipples and didn't have to worry about growing bigger on top. I was very grateful of Miriam and we are still friends, sharing a secret. It must have been 2 days later when my door bell rung. Wendy wasn't home at the time and when I answered the door, a young man of about 16 years old with a baseball cap was standing in my doorway. "Hi,I know your secret and want to talk about it. Please let me inside," he said. I didn't want to admit anything, so I told him I didn't know what he was talking about, but he was very persuasive, so I let him in. "You are under the spell of an evil witch and I hope we can be of service to each other," he said. "My name is Nicky. Friends call me Nick. I have a problem that you can solve and you are looking to an acceptable solution to your predicament with an evil witch. How I know this, I will tell you later. I know you want to touch a young great looking pussy and your spell condemns you in having the first one you touch between your legs. I need your help becoming the man I really am. In return you get the great looking young pussy you've been looking for," he added. "What are you talking about? Let's assume the story about the spell is correct, how does a guy like you fit in this story?" I asked. Before I could do anything the guy took off his baseball cap and long blond hair fell loose over his shoulders and then he dropped his pants and underwear. All there was to see was an empty, but bushy hairy crotch. "You, you, you don't hhahave a eh a," I stammered. "... a penis," the guy finished my sentence. "No, nature played a nasty trick on me. All my life I have been a boy. Everybody, including friends and family have treated me like one. Until I started to bleed from my crotch and grew tits. And now everybody treats me like a girl," Nicky added. "But I don't see any tits," I replied. "If you agree to help me, I will show them as it will be the last time anyone will ever be able to see them," Nicky added. Let me tell you my life's story. At primary school I was just a normal boy. I dressed like a boy, I talked like a boy, I played with the boys all the time and everything was fine. Only at gymnastics I noticed that down there I was a little bit different than the other boys, but that would resolve in time. I was sure of that. The other boys really accepted me as one of their own. Everybody treated me as a boy, so I was fine. I discovered I had some small lumps under my nipples and soon after that it seemed that my nipples were getting puffier. Then the worst day of my life happened to me. I thought I was going to die as I was bleeding from my crotch. My life shattered into pieces when my mother told me that it was time to realize that I was different than other boys. My path in life would be growing up as a woman. The bleeding was my first period and my puffy nipples would soon grow out to be breasts in need of a bra, she told me. If my boobs grow out to be the same size as my mum's, then I am in for quite a rack. How could this be. Twelve years I believed I was a boy and that my penis just had to grow big enough to be noticed. I got really depressed, but a year later I found a white witch who was willing to help me. She gave me a potion that would only work if I don't trick anyone. The potion would lock my pussy so no guy could enter it. I could not even use a dildo to pleasure myself anymore (not that it would like that). The White witch told me that I had to find a man - not being an MTF transsexual - who willingly and knowingly will trade his male genitals for my female genitals. She told me it would be hard to find such a man, but she gave me another gift: when you meet such a man you will know he will accept your proposal. Beware that you must be honest and you must follow this procedure: 1. Explain to him your reasons 2. Explain to him that he must fuck you until he cums inside you and under no circumstances may he touch your pussy with his hands 3. Explain that after he pulls out of your vagina, he will have a vagina for life and you will have his penis for life 4. Explain that part of the deal is that after the change he must go on all fours and that you will have to fuck him doggy style until you cum inside him. This is to seal the deal. 5. Explain that all trades are irreversible and permanent. There are more rules but they don't apply to you as you are only going for the cunt. "So, are you going to help me?" Nicky asked. "Well, this is quite a story and I think I want to talk about this with my wife first. The spell says that my pussy will look exactly the same as I got it after a night of sleep, so if there is hair on my twat and I shave it off, the full bush will return after a night of sleep. So if I were to agree I'd need you go home now and shave that hairy cunt of yours today until there is no trace of any hair remaining down there. In 2 days we will meet at the Hillcrest Sauna and Spa. Any skin irritation because of the shaving should have subsided. If I am able to convince my wife and if I like what I see in your crotch, we may have a deal," I told Nicky. When Wendy came home I told her the whole story about Nicky and also the conditions attached to it. I must admit that Wendy took it quite well, considering that she was not the last chick to be fucked by me. We discussed it all at length and we both agreed that if my predicament was to have a pussy for the rest of my life, it'd better be to the benefit of someone else. If I'd like what I see at the sauna (and if Nicky really shows up) I would agree to help Nicky. If I don't like what I see, we go our own way. 2 days later Wendy and I went to the Hillcrest sauna and Spa. Maybe it was a bad idea as I usually find it very hard not to touch her genitalia when none is looking. This time I was able to restrain myself. At a certain moment Nicky walked into the bubble bath we were in. I noticed she'd has had a haircut. The short hair was making her look much more boyish. I couldn't help admiring her clean shaven tight looking pussy and I realized immediately that this was the perfect pussy. And she had magnificent breasts of about a C-cup, I guessed. When she noticed my bewildered admiration of the mounds on her chest, she told me, "The other night I bound my chest. Nobody else has ever seen them like this. But you left me no choice picking this place as a meeting place." The moment the other people who were sitting in the same bubble bath had left the three of us she started to stand up and walked to me showing her hairless perfect flat crotch. "Is this to your liking and are you going to help me?" she asked. "Yes, he will," Wendy answered for me. "No," Nicky said. "The spell requires him to say it and that he acknowledges that he understands and agrees to the terms," she added. "Alright," I said, "I understand the terms and agree to them fully. Follow me, I know a place around this sauna where nobody will bother us and let's get this over with," I told her. At the back of the resting field there was a building that looked like a giant private bathroom and that could be locked from the inside. I have used this place several times with Wendy in the past and nobody ever came to this building. Nicky followed me to the building, leaving Wendy at the bubble bath. After entering the building we locked the door, so none could get in. Nicky positioned at a table and spread her legs. With her hands she parted her labia and I could see that she was getting ready as her pussy started to glisten. When I started to move in closer, I noticed some hesitation in her eyes and that made me stop in my tracks, but she urged me to come closer and invited me to raid her pussy, which she still held wired open. The moment I stuck my penis in her vagina I felt something snap in my groin. It didn't have any consequences in my performance though as my penis was as hard as a rock. When I finally came the cum kept coming as if I shot all the cum my balls carried with them. But then, the moment my penis had completely exited her pussy, both Nicky and I cried in pain. This must have been growing pains. Nicky's pussy was sealing itself and her clitoris was growing at a fast rate and her labia grew together and formed her scrotum and when all was over Nicky had a complete set of cock and balls. Me on the other hand felt a pain like I was being ripped apart and my cock was shrinking at an incredible rate, while my balls seemed to pull themselves into my body and my scrotum seemed to split in halves forming excellent labia. I felt some moist dripping from my crotch. Between my legs was now a pussy and Nicky had now become more like a Nick. Looking at my crotch I realized that the cum I had shot into Nicky must now be oozing out of my cunt. I don't understand how, but that's probably the magic. I had done it. Nicky instructed me to pee out the overflow of cum and I complied. Nothing came out. I didn't know how to squat and pee. Nicky taught me how to pee as a girl. After that I stuck a finger in my slit, but found that It wouldn't go much further than half an inch. That was odd. Shouldn't a pussy be deeper? But that was also the moment I realized that I would never be a full man anymore. Although I had been contemplating my options for several weeks and also knew that this would be the end result, the realization of this fact hit me hard and I started sobbing. Nicky comforted me as best as she could. We made quite an odd couple at that moment. Me a tough guy with a pussy and Nicky a chick with nice boobs and a penis as hard as a rock. Ten minutes later Nicky instructed me to go on all fours because she had to finish what we started. I hesitated, but did what I was told. I felt sorry for Nicky as I realized that half an inch of depth wouldn't cut it for her purposes. But the moment the tip of her penis touched my labia I felt a tearing in my groin and less than a second later Nicky was in all the way. At the first thrust I heard bone cracking sound and after the second thrust I felt an enormous explosion in my tummy spreading like a shockwave. The moment Nicky finally pulled out of me I felt a sharp pain near my pussy. My bladder seemed to be more than full. I ran to the toilet and sat down immediately and let the urine flow. After finishing I wiped myself and being in a bathroom was now really convenient as I could clean myself up. Nicky told me that she, or now rather he, could now finally get rid of his breasts by squeezing them empty. "Do you fancy having breasts as well?" Nicky asked. I said, "No, I am a man and I want to keep my life simple as a man. A cunt I can hide. Boobs are almost impossible to hide all the time." Nicky accepted my answer and started to squeeze his boobs like an orange until nothing was left. It was a very weird sight, seeing Nicky milking his tits and seeing the milk flow away. It didn't take long and after that even her nipples were now the size of men's nipples. Nicky now officially had become Nick and I was now the 'proud' owner of a 14 year old tight neat cunt as Nick told me he was 14 years old. If I had known her age I wouldn't have proceeded, but you know how it goes with girls between 14 and 20, they always look older than they really are. After cleaning up Nick and I went to find Wendy. I cursed myself that I had left my bathrobe at the bubble bath were we had left Wendy. Nicky was alright and wasn't getting to many stares as he just looked like a normal young boy with a penis and a flat chest. Me on the other hand got some second looks of people looking to see if they registered right what they saw... A man with woman's nipples and a hairless pussy. It was embarrassing, but I pretended everything was normal and was glad to reach my towel and robe. Wendy was at one of the infrared cabins so I slipped off my robe and used my towel to cover my empty crotch. The moment I stepped in Wendy noticed something was up. I sat next to her and she asked me if it was done. I let her look past the towel and showed her the hairless void between my legs. As I sat next to her, she could only see the hairless crotch, so I had to part my legs a bit to show her the crevice between my legs. "You actually did it," she stated astounded. She hugged me to comfort me as I broke down in tears. Some of the folks at the cabin started wondering what was going on, but of course we didn't let them in on our secret. "Come on, let's go," she said. "Let's get dressed and go home," she added. So we went to the showers and showered off all the chlorine off our skin. I faced the wall so that people passing by wouldn't notice my predicament. I think I was lucky not having gotten a woman's ass as well. After the shower we toweled ourselves dry and got dressed. The weird thing was that I had trouble fitting my pants. My 32" waist sized pants were a bit tight, but I managed to get the pants on anyway. When I was dressed Wendy looked at me and then at my crotch. "It is too obvious that you are missing something down there," she stated and she gave me a pair of socks to put in my briefs. Depressed I complied. Paying at the exit and the trip home wasn't eventful. At home I broke down in tears. Finally realizing what had really happened. There should be a way of fixing this. "Why me?" I know I went along with Nicky and that I don't regret as touching any other pussy would have ended in the same result. The same empty feeling between my legs. The feeling that something is missing down there. Wendy suggested to find the white witch and try to see if she could help me to get normal again. It took us a week to find a white witch and there was no doubt that it was the same one that helped Nicky as I was greeted by her "Ah, you're the one that made a man out of Nicky." So the first thing I asked her was if she could help me getting back to normal again. "I am sorry. You were already under a strong spell that would let you end up with a vagina. Now you are bound by a second spell, which you willingly and knowingly agreed to. Those were the terms I gave Nicky," she said. I couldn't deny that and asked for her help anyway. "I am sorry that I cannot help you, but I if you want I can explain what happened to you," she added. I wanted to tell her that it was already obvious what happened to me, but she interrupted me by saying, "I know you think you know it all, but you probably don't realize what really has happened and what the spells did. I don't even know the extent of your fate. I can measure it if you like. It will answer a lot of your questions," she said. "No thanks," I wanted to say, but Wendy cut in and told her we would like to hear it all. She told me to undress and show her my pussy. Then she took a large metal looking dildo and put some kind of cream on it. "This will tell us all. The extent in which I can slide this thing inside you and the color it returns with when removed will explain it all. The further it goes the worse it is. Part your legs," she commanded me. I did and within seconds the whole thing went inside of me. When she removed the dildo it was completely colored pink. I was shocked at the fact that such a large dildo could disappear completely into my body. "Now I completely know what happened to you. When you fucked Nicky the first time, the time you still had your dick, the original spell got to work and you actually ended up with penis shrunk to clitoris size and scrotum transformed to look like labia. Genetically speaking, down there you were a man whose genital looked unmistakably like a woman's crotch. That was what the evil witch spell would have done to you. You would have been a man with genitals that only would have looked like girls genitals. Then you got on all fours and allowed Nicky a way in and that's where the second spell comes in. You've got more than you bargained for. Nicky told you in advance that this was part of the spell locking her dick to her and for you a pussy would remain in your crotch. As you thought you would end up with a pussy anyway, you didn't see anything wrong with that picture. The moment Nicky pushed his dick into you, you had a tearing feeling. That was you pussy opening up to a full depth. You also felt your bones cracking and that was your hips widening about an inch. When you are standing straight with your legs together, your legs don't close your pussy totally. Looking from behind (when you're naked) someone else may notice you vagina. Then you felt something like an explosion and that was Nicky pushing a womb and ovaries into your tummy and everything else a woman has inside of her down there. And when Nicky finally withdrew his penis from your vagina you must have felt a sharp pain that could only be relieved by peeing. That, my friend was your blather, that was reduced in sized for about 50% to make room for your baby maker. Yes... You hear it correctly, between your legs now resides a fully functional female vagina and all pleasures and discomforts that go with that you will also experience. Remember the first spell: whatever you do to correct it surgically, or otherwise, you pussy will restore itself in it's original state after a night's sleep. Whatever you do every morning you will wake up with this 14 year old pussy between your legs and it will never age a day and that is something many women would be jealous about. Be careful as you are able to get pregnant now. The best way to help would have been turning you into a full woman, but the first spell prevents us." If I wasn't depressed, I would have become depressed instantly after hearing this. My life could have been so much simpler if I had just touched a girl's pussy instead of fucking Nicky. I was mistaken in assuming that I would experience menstruation and menopause as result of the original spell. Now I will have to have to learn quickly what natural born girls learn in their first so many years as the second one actually is the cause of me having periods and all. Wendy and I decided that an open marriage would be best for us. We still loved each other and because Wendy is bi-sexual, it could works. Wendy too sometime craves for a cock in het pussy, one that I cannot give her anymore. Me on the other hand needed to discover my new sexuality. I was still only into women, that much I knew, but I had a lot to learn. At work I was able to keep my predicament a secret for quite a while until one of my female colleagues busted me at the vending machine for pads in the ladies room. I was fortunate that she took pity on me and promised never to tell a soul about it. A year later we had a holiday weekend away with all colleagues. The weekend was mandatory 'for the team spirit' and would involve a lot of swimming and included a sauna and spa. Everyone would be sharing a room with a colleague. That weekend I did something that most people would call stupid, I made my situation public. At the welcoming room I demanded everyone's attention and said, "People, listen up. I have got something to tell you and I want you to hear it firsthand. I would like to avoid speculations and rumors and hope you are able to handle this information discreetly. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask them and don't speculate. A few years ago... ...and this is how I ended up with a vagina between my legs. So if you see me swimming with a female bottom piece, I am not cross- dressing. I am still a hetero sexual man and still love my wife and live with her. I will be sleeping in a room with one of the female coworkers and now you know why." The room was totally quiet for minutes after I finished speaking and then the murmur started. I saw some faces with disbelief in the eyes and I also saw some compassion. Anyway, I ended up sharing my room with Nicolle. Nicolle has always been one of the chicks that seemed way out of my league and with my current condition all chances seemed to have reduced to zero. But I got to share my room with her and maybe I would see a glimpse of her magnificent breasts. An hour before dinner I was with Nicolle in our room and headed for the bathroom. I told her that I was going to take a shower. I didn't much of a reaction of her, but she seemed to be fine. A few minutes after I turned on the hot water of the shower the door of the bathroom opened and closed again. The shower curtains opened and in front of me stood Nicolle, completely undressed. The prettiest woman of the company stands in front of me stark naked and I am drooling for her clean shaven pussy and her full beautiful D-cup breasts. "Care if I join you?" she asked. "Sh.. Shu.. Sure," I said. As I was admiring her beautiful body she was really inspecting my crotch and seemed a bit amused. Then she slid her hand in my crotch gently stroking my labia and clit. When she touched the latter, I felt a jolt go through my body and I started to stroke her breasts. Kisses followed and we turned off the tap. She moved down to my crotch and started to eat my pussy which was already very moist in anticipation. I must have climaxed at least three times and then we toweled off and continued on the bed with me returning her the favor. Satisfied we both lay on the bed rethinking what just had happened. "You are quite a pussy eater," I told her and she then told me that she is more into women than men. Although she finds men attractive in a way, she doesn't care having sex with them and she prefers women. When she heard me tell everyone that I was a man with a pussy, she got very wet between her legs and she had to have a taste of it. That weekend 2 other women approached me when the coast was clear and nobody around. One at the toilets and one in the elevator on my way back to the room. But Nicolle stays my favorite. That was not an unpleasant of part of the weekend. The unpleasant part of the weekend was more embarrassing. My boss had decided that there was a soccer tournament to be played. And because of my condition I was not only to be part of the women's tournament, I also had to wear a skirt, just like the rest of my team. Having a pussy as a man is one thing but to be forced to dress like a woman is another. I tried to argue about it, but I stood no chance. My team won of course, but the jokes with the guys that evening we very harsh. Especially the ones about the display of my camel toe at certain moments in the game when the skirt went up too much. I survived the day and swore never to wear a skirt or dress ever again. After the weekend some women came to me commenting how brave they thought I was and that I could always use the ladies room and if I needed anything else from their purses... Many men ignored my story and pretended I never told about it. At least there were no more jokes about it. Others were curious and asked me how it is to have a flat empty front. All men love pussy, but not on themselves. After that weekend everybody seemed nicer to me and because I had a professional way of acting at work everybody was happy and my sexual problem never caused problems at work for me. 5 years after the swap. The last few years I made some career for myself at work and I was able to keep my position as 'one of the guys'. Wendy had been out with the girls and came back late at night. I was at home watching some TV, when the door bell rang. I opened the door and in front of me stood Wendy and she had Janice with her. My first reaction was of fright and I stood there nailed to the floor. I couldn't say a word. "Don't worry," Janice said. "I am not here to harm you. I have come to apologize for the spell I casted on you 5 years ago. Please let me in," she told me. I didn't believe her and wanted to tell her to go away, but Wendy intervened by saying, "Please, give her a chance. I have been talking with her all night and she is really sorry." Part because of Wendy's pleading and part because I didn't want to anger Janice risking more magical punishments I invited her in. "I know it's late to tell you how sorry I am, but better late than never. 5 years ago I was a very vain woman and couldn't accept no. Some guys told me you were a womanizer and I was really urging to get laid. When you refused, I didn't believe your true intentions and casted that spell. Later I found out that the story about you was wrong and you didn't lie to me. The last year I have been watching you and I was very surprised that you seem to have beaten my spell. You still go to the gym and still wear the tight shirts you used to and I cannot find any trace of boobs on you. You are still married to Wendy, so you're still able to satisfy your woman. I would really like to know how you pulled that of," she said. She saw me hesitate and quickly assured me that she wouldn't become mad or cast a new spell on me. She was really trying to convince me how sorry she was and how glad she was that I somehow had found a way around her spell. I told her I found it hard to believe that after 5 years she suddenly is sorry for her deed and that she was happy that her spell didn't do the damage she originally expected. She was not getting annoyed. I even saw a tear forming in her eyes, when again she tried to convince me of her true intentions. "How were you able to stay the man you were 5 years ago before I casted the spell and keeping your woman satisfied. Did you stay celibate?" she asked me curiously." "No, I didn't stay celibate and I need you to promise me that you're not casting a new spell on me." She promised she wouldn't. Then she asked me to show her the man I really am. Of course I hesitated and before I did it I made her promise me not to jump my bones. I started to undress and started to unbutton my jeans. When I dropped my pants and stood there in my underwear her eyes grew wide when she noticed the incredible bulge in my briefs. There I stood in just briefs and a T-shirt and I imagined her to get very moist between her legs already just by looking at my masculine figure. But then I dropped my briefs with the prosthetic dick and showed her my panties clad flat crotch. "I am sorry but I am not dropping my panties because it's that time of the month you made me get used to 5 years ago and I am wearing pads," I sneered a bit, but not too harsh. Before I could take off my T-shirt she pleaded me to show her my empty crotch. And before I could say no again, Wendy said "Oh, come on. There is nothing we haven't seen before." I excused myself and ran to the bathroom. I cleaned myself down there and put a new pad in my panties and returned to the two women in the room. "Alright," I said, "you show me yours and then I will show you mine." There was some hesitation with the two women as this seemed to turn out into an orgy, but then they realized that my suggestion was only fair. Simultaneously they dropped their skirts and then their panties. Wendy showed her clean shaven pussy, I was addicted to. Janice had a lot of bushy hair on her cunt. I pulled down my panties and showed my empty crotch. When Wendy and Janice both saw my hairless tight young pussy I saw something unexpected in their eyes. Especially Janice's eyes... Jealousy! The three of us are all 40 years old, but my pussy still looked like the pussy I got myself 5 years ago. The pussy of a 14 year old girl. Neat, tight, hairless. Their pussies looked a bit sagged compared to that. Some gynecologist had said that you can tell the age of a woman by looking at het cunt. And the moment I showed them my cunt, I know they wished theirs was looking like this. "Looking at you I thought that you were doing okay and I expected to find you stayed celibate for all those years as I still saw you as a full man. You really had me fooled, so I guess you don't have much trouble hiding you missing manhood," she said. "Well, It wasn't that easy. I also thought it would be easy to hide the fact that you own a cunt. Womanhood in fact means WithOut Manhood. I even suspect that the original word for woman was changed as it didn't sound right: manwo, man without," I exclaimed. Janice and Wendy were both offended by this last remark and I had to take that one back. "When I just got my crotch changed I swore never to wear female underwear. Unfortunately I couldn't keep that promise to myself as my pussy leaks all kinds of juices, like all women seem to do. Seems to be the pussy cleaning service. And men's briefs don't accommodate the use of feminine hygiene pads that good. After the first stain in my pants - incredibly embarrassing - I knew I had to start wearing panties as those accommodate the flat crotch much better and keep the pads pressed to my leaking groin." "That brings me to the second problem I faced. Going to the restroom seems to be a simple thing that wouldn't cause too many problems. That was what I thought in the beginning. I always tought it would be easier to hide nothing, than to hide a bulge were it doesn't belong. Boy, I was wrong. Think about the higher frequency of needing to pee because of a much smaller blather or the fact that I never use the urinals. The restrooms at work are those stalls under which you can look to see people's feet. In those stalls I couldn't drop my panties too low as people might see them looking under the door or wall. Another this is the distinct female hissing peeing sound I now make. A sound that you wouldn't hear at any men's room. Or what to think about the specific sound of removing the hygiene pads from my panties. And last but not least the strong smell of pussy when peeing. Before this whole ordeal I could always tell if a woman used the toilet because of the strong smell. Some parts of the month this smell is even worse. This made me very self-conscious. Another greatest hit: It must have been the second or third time that I had my period and I forgot to bring tampons with me. I felt my panties dampen and I had to rush to the toilets to prevent anything worse. That's the first time I used the ladies room as I hope to find a tampon vending machine and was lucky to find a box of the stuff at the cabinet. Since that moment I use the ladies room at work. I just make sure none sees me going in and once in a stall I don't have to worry about the sounds I make or the smell I generate. These days at public restrooms I usually take the men's room as the women are always waiting in long queues. And I hate waiting. At those moments I don't care what anonymous people think when they visit the toilet after me. I still go to the Hilcrest sauna with Wendy. Usually at ladies day only. It is embarrassing enough to be a guy with an empty crotch, so I go there at ladies day as the visitors on those days won't see anything they don't see every day. The first time was special. The receptionist refused to admit me. I got a bit mad and asked to see the manager privately. As they didn't want a scene for everyone to see they agreed and I was led to the manager's office. There the manager tried to explain that many women have trouble being looked naked at by men or they feel intimidated by men. I dropped my pants and panties and showed him the gap between my legs and asked him "Are you calling this male?" I asked pointing at my crotch. The manager's face went white and then he started to apologize to me. Since then I always get in for free as long as I don't sue them. Having sex with my wife has taken a new direction, but I discovered that having a vagina is not to be considered a punishment as it comes to having sex. Sex is much more intense! I guess lesbian sex is fine with me. There are days that I really miss my penis and regret having a cunt. A while back the snow got to us and I was in a major traffic jam on the highway. I was already 3 hours underway and I really needed to pee. There were enough guys out there that got out of their cars, whipped it out and peed by the side of the road. I really hated the fact that I lacked a specific part of plumbing down there. Anyway I too got out of my car, dropped my pants, squatted and peed like an ashamed girl out in the open. I still enjoy looking at women in skirts and pantyhose. Unfortunately this is with mixed feelings. After hearing my story Janice, our evil witch felt even sorrier than she already felt before. And before I could do anything she mumbled something we didn't understand and then told us "don't worry, I didn't cast a new spell on you. I just lifted the spell I put on you 5 years and made sure this spell could never befall on you again." "Look, your nipples are already back in their male form. Your dick will take a while longer," she added. "But, you have to excuse me. I just wanted to apologize for what I have put you through the last five years and I hope by lifting the spell, your life will return to normal in no time." What that she left. "Well, that was... unexpected," I admitted to Wendy. "Are you happy, she lifted the spell?" she asked. "I don't know. I've got the funny feeling this is going to backfire. So far I haven't felt any changes down there," I answered. 1 week later A week after Janice lifted her evil spell, nothing had happened in favor of the returning of my penis, except if you consider the starting growth of pubic hair. I know I had to be patient, but I felt it took so long. Wendy and I were preparing for the moment that I could take her again and perform as a man. When the first hair growth appeared on my crotch we were hopeful that the rest would follow soon. A few weeks later there was still no sign of my penis growing back. My cunt had grown quite a patch of hair, but unfortunately it was situated at the female position. I noticed that my skin was becoming a bit softer and my pants started to get a bit tight, so a little worry was there. As things only seemed to get worse instead of better, 2 weeks later Wendy and I decided to see the white witch for some counseling. At the White Witch's place I pleaded, "Please help me. You remember the spell that was placed on me by an evil witch 5 years ago that is responsible for me having the nether parts of a woman. A few weeks ago that same witch reappeared with regrets and without asking me she lifted her wicked spell. Well... she said she did, but I only got my manly nipples back, but I still pee squatting like a woman. I even grew hair on it and I don't dare to shave it as it would look a bit strange if my dick returns and there is no bush around it. Can you tell me if that spell is really lifted and if so, why I still don't have my dick back and when I can expect it back?" I pleaded. The White witch looked me in the eye and the first thing she did was ordering me to drop my pants. I did what I was told and apologized for the fact that my twat had now so much hair on it. "I see the spell has been lifted, but the results are not the desired ones," she said. Like before she took a metallic looking dildo and started to put something on it and handed it to me. "Put it in and we can see," she told me. Like before my cunt consumed the whole thing and when I took it out it was colored black. "Good! It's not pink," I exclaimed. "It depends on what you think is good," the white witch said. "The evil spell was lifted, but the voluntary spell is permanent. Black is the color of eternity. You remember that you willingly and knowingly helped out Nicky 5 years ago?" she asked rhetorically. "That spell didn't have much effect on you as part of the evil spell was protecting you from the side effects of having a vagina. Now that spell has been lifted, these side effects kick in," she told me. "But my nipples did return to their original form," I protested. "True, but that was not part of the deal with Nicky. You didn't go for her tits. But I am afraid your nipples will start to grow soon too. I am afraid that you will experience more feminine traits and developments in body and mind because the original spell is not protecting you anymore. You should never have allowed that witch to lift the original spell. Genetically you are now just a 14 year old girl, going through puberty," she added. "But I am a guy," I protested. "Well looking at that bushy empty crotch of yours, I beg to differ," she replied. "Can you put a protective spell on me to avoid this puberty thing? I have learned to live with a cunt between my legs, but I don't know about going through female puberty," I pleaded. "When the original spell was lifted, it was done preventing that this kind of spell could ever be casted upon you. I am afraid there is nothing I can do for you. Maybe there is one thing I can do for you at a later time, when you are ready for it. But now you must go. Come back in six months or so and then we will talk," she said. "Before we go, could you please tell me how my changes will turn out?" I pleaded. "See Nick and ask about his sisters. It's not an exact science, but it will be close enough. Now you go," she said. Back home, the first thing was going through the yellow pages in search of Nick's address. It wasn't that hard as his last name wasn't very common in town. We phoned him to see if it was really him and we were in luck and arranged a meet at his place for the next day at 2 pm. We didn't have to ring the bell as the door was opened before we reached it. Nick made us feel very welcome. He didn't seem to have forgotten what I did for him 5 years ago. After arranging some beverages, Wendy said, "Wow, man, Nick you have become such a handsome guy. All muscular and all." "Yeah, the trade 5 years ago was kind on me and I turned out alright. I also do a lot of workouts now. As a chick it has no point in working out and those muscles aren't gonna grow seriously, but since I am a real man, my testosterone levels also made a lot of difference," he commented. "But looking at you, I'd say events must have turned on you my friend. You don't look as masculine as the last time I saw you. 2 years ago when we bumped into each other at the mall, you looked as masculine as I look today. When I take a look at you now I see your bottom half has gotten some very distinct feminine features. You're even wearing ladies jeans I see. They are making you lack of a penis more prominent, you know. Those small feet of yours and slender legs leading to your round butt are all screaming WOMAN. What happened to you?" he asked a bit concerned. I told him the whole story - with the necessary sobs - and also why we had come and see him. When I asked him to show us some pictures of his sisters, he told us he could do better. Lisa and Mary are coming over today and I expect them to be here any minute now. When I told them yesterday that you would be coming over they insisted to meet the guy who made their little brother complete and become a happy man. Mary was the first to show up. She was very pretty and in her twenties. She was very nice and understanding to me and when I asked her to show her boobs to me, she took off her top instantly and display 2 magnificent B-cup breasts. At that exact moment Lisa came by. After I thanked and complimented her Mary redid her top. After a short introduction I asked Lisa the same favor. Although she knew my story she looked a bit suspicious at me, but after a little nudging by Nick she removed her top and bra. She had full D-cup breasts. On this incredible frame she was extremely pretty and showing her boobs like that made my crotch go moist instantly. On these occasions I really miss being a full guy. I thanked her too and she also put her clothes back on. After a few drinks both sisters left. And one of the first comments I made was "Mary's B-cup wouldn't be too bad, but I dread having those full D-cups Lisa displayed." Nick put my two feet back on the ground by commenting that Mary had had her breasts reduced in size. "She originally had DD-cups," he said. "When we did the trade 5 years ago I already had C-cups, so it would be fair to say that you'd probably end up with a D-cup or Double D," he added. "O, man. This can't be happening to me. I can't have a big rack! 5 years ago you did quite alright hiding your chest by binding your boobs. It didn't expect you to be a chick the first moment I saw you. Only when you showed me your crotch I believed you. I will never be able to hide a D-cup or a DD for that matter. There should be something I can do to prevent all this. I have already changed more than I ever anticipated," I broke out in tears. Panic really. "How am I supposed to keep passing as a man," I cried. "Well, I hate to burst your bubble," nick said, "when you arrived here today, you didn't pass as a man. The fat protecting your baby machine, your round ass, slender legs and small feminine feet hardly make you pass like a man. I know this sounds harsh, but I think you would appreciate some degree of honesty from a friend and not to fool yourself into thinking otherwise." Wendy agreed with Nick, but was a bit more sensitive expressing it. "So, you are telling me I already look like a chick down there?" I asked. "Well, you ARE a chick down there. You got my pussy and are developing quite nicely into the female figure I would have had if we hadn't met 5 years ago. Look at you. Even your skin has become softer and your body hair is lighter than I remember and I hate to tell you, but when you walk your hips sway like a girl too," Nick added. "And now I just have to accept becoming a guy with a big rack," I sneered sobbingly. "There must be something we can do to limit the damages," I cried. "Well, come to think of it, there is a way to get this over with immediately," Nick said. I asked what he meant and he told me that the spell that made him a guy and got me into this mess had some extra features that were not relevant 5 years ago. "If it weren't for the evil spell you were under, 5 years ago you could have chosen to accept the boobs I had. And you still can according to rule number 6. I think I have it on a piece of paper somewhere. "...Ah here it is." Rule number 6 : At any time the new owner of the pussy may get a change up top to match the previous owner's instantly by getting fucked for a second time by the new man. Breasts will never grow bigger than the size the former man had at the time of trading. Beware: If chosen to fuck for a second time the new man must cum inside the pussy, otherwise excruciating pain will follow for both until the cumming is complete, while fucking the owner of the cunt may experience some unpleasantness. The reward is that all discomforts of a sudden female puberty is dealt with in a matter of minutes. "But that would mean that I would instantly have boobs and wasn't it the point preventing me of having them?" I cried. "Preventing you to get boobs is impossible, but we can prevent them becoming bigger than a C-cup," Nick offered. Wendy cut in telling me Nick had a point. The thought of a man fucking my cunt horrified me. My homophobic side, I guess. But after talking about it with Nick and Wendy for over 3 hours, I was convinced to proceed with it under the condition we'd do it doggy style so I wouldn't have to look at it. About 10 minutes later Nick and I were completely undressed and I bend over a table to present my pussy to be taken from behind. Nick was gentle and stroke my pussy a bit to make sure I would be moist enough. With is magic fingers he's got me hot in no time and when I told him I was ready he rammed his rod inside me. With each thrust I felt my whole top body tingle and my bones felt like they were cracking. The first Thrust sent two pain jolts to my nipples and I immediately realized they had gotten the big feminine size again. The next thrust sent some pain jolts to the same area and increased the size of my areoles. As I was looking down to my still flat chest they looked quite huge. Another thrust announced the arrival of tits on my chest. I was now the owner of A-cup breasts. Not for long as the next thrust blew them up to B-cup size, making my areoles look more in perspective. Also this was not for long as it only took seconds to grow further into C-cup sized boobs. I became aware of the horrific weight hanging from my chest. Wendy was looking at the spectacular display of my change and I saw terror in her eyes. I expected the changes to be over now as my boobs weren't expanding anymore. I was so consumed on my tits that were bouncing wildly at each thrust Nick rammed into my cunt, I even didn't notice that the bones of my upper body were changing too. My cunt felt sore and raw from all those thrusts. After the final burst Nick pulled back and allowed me to clean up myself in the bathroom. Wendy walked with me. Supporting me walking to the bathroom with a towel between my legs to keep my leakage from spilling to the floor. The fuck and change had been so intense that I could barely walk, but I made it to the toilet and sat on it. I parted my legs a tiny bit and let the urine flow. While I sat there I started to explore the changes that were very apparent. Rule number 6 had done a number on me. Things that the normal puberty phase probably would not have done to me. My upper torso had become smaller and finer and without a doubt very feminine. Even my arms and hands had become more delicate. After my peeing, I wiped and washed my pussy. I stood up and walked to the mirror and saw my hourglass shape with perfect C-cup tits. A very peculiar sight with a man's head on such an hourglass shaped female body. I don't know what I would have done if Wendy hadn't been there to support me. Nobody could be fooled, no matter how I would dress. Below the neck line my body was now completely female. After getting cleaned up I grabbed my panties and started to get dressed, only realizing I didn't have a bra and I definitely needed one. As Nick lived alone there was no bra I could borrow, so I just put on my T-shirt and ladies jeans and walked back to the living room where Nick was waiting. "Wow, sexy. I think you need a bra, man," he commented. "I know, but I didn't bring one with me. When I came to you for information on your sisters' boobs I didn't expect to walk out with a rack myself," I sneered. "Well this rack of yours could have gotten bigger if it wasn't for me, so you should thank me," Nick said. "If it wasn't for you I would have had my penis back and I would be been the muscular guy I really am. This rack would have been on your chest," I said pointing to my tits. I wanted to pick a fight about being thankful or not, but Wendy intervened and told me to leave with her and go shopping for some new clothes. At the mall we first went to a lingerie store to size up my chest. You should have seen the face of the sales woman at the store. Imagine you see a guy walk into your store wearing besides small shoes, only women's jeans and a tight men's T-shirt under which quite a rack and pointy nipples show. It took her a few minutes to regain her composure and to act like a professional adviser on lingerie. I didn't want too conspicuously feminine lingerie as far as that exists, so nothing frilly and no lace. And with some clients at the store that were really checking me out as a curiosity I didn't want be looking like some kind of pervert. Anyway we bought a lot of panties and bras there and then moved on to other store for some shirts and blouses. Neither too feminine of course. But I needed some top clothes that were more convenient for my ample bosom. My men shirts were to tight up top and too wide at the waist and arms. Skirts and dresses were not on my shopping list. Even though my body screams WOMAN, I considered myself still as a man. At work I faced another problem. My co-workers were fine with the idea of me having a pussy, but that is mainly because I looked and acted completely as a man. Now I had to present myself again with swaying hips and bouncing boobs and still convince everyone that I was still a man. At my department I spoke with my direct colleagues and tried to explain my situation, but this time most people were less understanding. The chicks that thought I was hot being a guy with a pussy weren't so interested anymore. To them I now was just an ugly chick. Who could blame them. I have a woman's body with a man's head on it. The worst reaction was of my boss. He insisted that he had been very lenient in my previous condition, but now I had to conform to the female dress code at the office, which meant that I had to wear skirts. I explained that I was going to have my boobs removed, but he persisted and told me that as long as I sported boobs on my chest, I had to wear a skirt at the office. In fact he sent me home to get one that instant. I really felt so humiliated. As I didn't have to go through female puberty after all, I wanted to make an appointment with a plastic surgeon to get rid of my boobs to get on with my life. I called the surgeon and told him that I was a man that had grown female breasts and that I wanted to get them removed to be able to live a normal life. And because of my masculine voice he didn't have a problem to set an appointment. Unfortunately the surgeon's agenda was quite full, so I would have to wait for 4 weeks. 4 more weeks to walk around with a rack on my chest. 2 weeks after making an appointment I was having some slight bleeding and some cramping, so I guess I was having my period again. This time I was lucky as my period didn't last as long as it usually did. Time never passed slower than these 4 weeks of waiting. You may have noticed that I didn't say anything about my cunt, but I was already past that point. That's because the spell was to be permanent and even if the spell wasn't there it wouldn't be very rewarding to try to build a penis out of nothing. I read on some place on the internet that it is easier to dig a hole (pussy) than to build a pole (penis). So I had already decided that I would keep my perfectly normal functioning vagina. Anyway, after 4 weeks I finally met the surgeon for the take-in. If all was alright I would be boobless within a week. Unfortunately when the surgeon laid eyes on me he frowned and it was very clear that my body could hardly be called a man's body. "I am sorry miss, in your case the law requires me to follow the guidelines concerning sex reassignment surgery and you will first have to have a psych evaluation and a physical inspection before I am allowed to proceed," he told me. I protested by telling him that I was a man, but the surgeon wasn't convinced. "Miss, I am sorry. Most female to male transsexuals consider themselves as men, but we must prevent that people end up mutilated because they were not protected against themselves as they may have had a nervous breakdown or other mental condition. Removing breasts on an otherwise completely female body is considered mutilation and if you experience regrets later, without the psych evaluation we would be liable," the surgeon stated. "But I was born physically as a man," I interjected. "Well, alright then. If you are a born male suffering from female breasts, please drop your pants and show me that you are male down there and I will plan the surgery within one week from now," he said. I knew protesting any more would be futile and showing my cunt wouldn't help my case either. So I left his office and made appointments for a psych evaluation and a physical. I had to wait 2 more weeks before I could get to the shrink and I was getting fatigued. I think I was getting ill as I regularly started to have headaches. My puberty hormones were probably working hard as I also experienced a lot of mood swings, making me not to most pleasant company for Wendy. I was lucky to have her as she put up with all that and never complained. So when she told me she had to go oversees for a few weeks to tend to a dying aunt, I couldn't be mad at her, but I did have to cry and couldn't stop myself. Wendy would leave 2 days after the psych evaluation. The shrink was quite an understanding woman. Wendy backed up my incredible story and against all odds the lady believed my story. She told me that she believed magic was real and told us the story of a girl, called Melany, she grew up with. Melany was her best friend at school. She admitted to have been jealous of Melany's bigger boobs at high school and about their encounter with an angry witch. Before the eyes of our shrink Melany was turned into the man she later married. Melany had been hurt, but with our shrink as a loving wife, he found peace and happiness. And this little story made our shrink believe my story and she signed off a waver on the spot. She urged me to take to rest and then to take my physical as I didn't look that good. I looked tired. The physical to give me the final green light would be in two weeks. Wendy was away so I took my rest and stayed at home. I only wore jumpsuits and paraded braless through the house all day. And after two weeks I felt much better. The only thing that concerned me that my breasts felt more tender and sore. Maybe even swollen. They felt heavier and fuller than normal. But I shrugged it off as my period would be coming soon and because my physical was coming up and after that it would be bye bye to breasts. When the day of the appointment arrived I got dressed in my normal jeans. Then I put on my bra, only to find that it didn't fit. Although Nick had promised they wouldn't my tits had grow a full cup. I cursed at Nick and phoned Wendy telling her my discovery of bigger tits. She comforted me by saying it was probably my period coming up and besides they would be gone within a week anyway. Anyway, I got dressed to put on an elastic sports bra and the rest of my clothes. My clothes usually were ladies jeans and a T-shirt or a blouse. Men's shirts would be to narrow on my chest. Care to guess why? The physical was done by a lady doctor as well. She was very polite, very pretty and very gentle. If I had my male equipment I would have loved to jump her bones. Instead I felt my cunt becoming moist and I hoped she wouldn't smell my aroused sex. "I read that you are actually a man who was unlucky enough to walk into an evil witch leaving you with some female and plumbing and appendages. If that is true, that is very unfortunate. Well, I hope to give you a clean bill of health so that you can make your appointment. Shall we proceed?" she asked. "Yes, please. Let's get this over with," I said eagerly. "Alright, you can start by undressing completely," she told me. I did what I was instructed to do and even didn't feel any shame anymore showing my cunt and cleavage. When I stood naked in front of her I noticed her first hesitation, but she proceeded anyway. The doctor touched my breasts and nipples and saw me flinch a bit. Then she told me to sit in 'the chair' and spread my legs. She took special examination pliers and opened up my pussy some more to look inside. I really hated that thing. When was done with my genit