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Werewomen - Sensate By Beyogi Why did I come here? I should have known better... But when some friends, the last friends I still had would ask me to, what should I do? Now they were dancing with some more or less hot girls they picked up. I'd preferred them younger, but then I was damaged by hentais(Manga Porn, also known as eichi) anyway. There was an older woman I'd call hot, too, but there was no way that she'd even talk to a dweeb like me. She probably thought I was creepy or cute - not really sure what was worse. I mean I'm a guy and being cute is about as bad as being the guy stuck in the friend's zone - Although I could even live that at the moment, being the gay friend and everything. Yes, I'd fallen that low. Damn, I should have gone to the raid instead of going to this stupid party, sitting alone at a table and slowly drinking one alcoholic drink after another. I should probably ask a girl or woman to a dance, but I suck at dancing. No, suck doesn't even begin to describe how I look on the dance floor. I look like a totally uncoordinated, geek loser. I don't have the self-confidence and didn't want to embarrass myself. Anyway, I didn't really have the self-confidence to pick up a girl or the acting skills to fake it. I mean which girl like to flirt with a jobless computer and internet addict? On the other hand why should I care? If they only wanted me for an awesome job or my money, I could buy myself a whore or a call girl instead. At least I'd have guaranteed sex... but why bother? Some good porn and Lisa and Trina, my left and right hands would do the job too. This way I could spend my time with doing my favorite activities. Who needs parties, going to discos and pubs and going to boring theaters and Hollywood movies when I could just download the latter from the internet? It was not like I had any problems living off social security. I needed a small apartment, internet access, something to eat and a new pc every two or three years. Thanks to my Spartan living, I didn't really have any problems there. At least the people in my favorite online-games respected me for being a mighty warrior, something I'd never be in real life. "Hey you, may I take a seat here?" a female voice ripped me from my brooding. I turned around and looked into her face. She was the beautiful woman I'd wondered about before. She had the most amazing blue eyes that instantly captivated me. Her blonde hair framed her face beautifully. She was a rather tall woman, only a few centimeters smaller than me. "Y...Yes s...sure," I said, stammering with embarrassment at how much of a dork I sounded like. What did she want from me? It wasn't like there weren't free places somewhere else. Did she want to use me to get back at her boyfriend, or was she actually interested in me? If this was an anime she'd fallen in love from the distance thanks to me being mysterious and broody. Well... I stopped watching shoujo long ago; they were just too frustrating for someone like me. She sat down on the chair opposite of me and allowed me to sneak a look through the neckline of her dress. It was a beautiful blue dress which really accentuated her eyes, but her perky C-cup breasts focused my attention. At least I thought they were C-cup, not that I ever had my hands on a real girls breasts, it was just an estimate from what I'd seen or heard at movies and had described in my favorite rule 34 fanfics. There is porn of it... that was true for everything. There was probably even porn about cars or trees. "Hey, are you sleeping?" the beautiful woman asked me. I shouldn't have stared at her boobs, but what could a real life deprived guy like me do? "Sorry, I was just thinking..." I answered. She'd probably go away now anyway. Amazingly she didn't. She introduced herself, "Hi, I'm Nina... You look like you could need some company." I wanted to reply, but she continued grinning provocative, "What were you thinking about? How nice my dress looks?" "Well sorta... I'm Tim by the way," I replied, my cheeks had become a bit hot due to embarrassment. She so didn't want to know what I was thinking about. Girls never really wanted, although Nina had already guessed half of it. But now I had my usual problem... What should I talk about? She surely didn't want to hear my perversions and would neither have any interests in computer games. Maybe... "You're cute... It's nice to find a guy who has the decency to blush when he is caught," she said smiling seductively, and continued more seriously, "What do you think about them bringing up these internet blockades again?" She wanted to talk politics? A woman that had an idea about politics was as rare as diamonds in my experience. Most thought it just annoying, but at least it was something I had some experience with. I'd always followed the news, to know what happened in the nation. And those internet blockades really pissed me off. As if their stupid stop-screen would stop any child porn at all. You'd have to be stupid to publish that stuff over the normal internet anyway. "As if those really work. I mean you just need to change your stupid DNS server and you'll have no problem at all. Still, they just want to block everything they don't like. Remember last time, they wanted to block illegal gambling sites(All non-state controlled gambling is illegal in Germany) and Piratebay and other stuff," I explained my opinion and continued to ask, "Do you think they'll have success this time, or will it be stopped again?" *** "Do you want to come home with me?" Nina suddenly asked me. I guessed where this was going. We really had much fun until now. I probably just had the longest conversation with a female since primary school. But her asking me home scared me a bit. I was a virgin, if one didn't count the adventures with my hands. She seemed to be a really experienced woman and she surely wanted sex with me... and I had no idea how it worked. It wasn't like I didn't know where to put what, but I had no practice at all. I'd probably come too early and wouldn't satisfy her. "I don't know, I should go home..." I tried to discourage her. I liked her and so didn't want to disappoint her. "You're even more drunk than me. There's no way that you should go home being drunk as you are. I think your driving opportunity is gone without you. Tim, just stay with me, I'll live close by and I'll drive you home tomorrow," Nina told me. I so didn't deserve that woman. Me, being the gamer loser and she actually cared enough for me to offer me this. I wanted to kiss her, but didn't know if it was appropriate. I mean I really liked her, but did she do all of this out of pity? I so hoped that not, it would break my heart. "Well I guess it's ok... I'm not that drunk, I think," I said grinning thankfully. She only rolled her eyes. Maybe I really was that drunk, I had heard that once someone says he's not drunk, he's drunk. But well, whatever... Nina stood up and pulled me from my seat. I staggered and she held me in a hug. "You're really cute you know?" she said and gave me a quick kiss on my mouth. "Come on I'll lead the way." I was totally blushing. She held my hand and we both left the party staggering. She was wearing heels and was still walking more controlled than me. I had definitely drunk too much. While we were walking through the stormy night, I realized it was a good thing she'd picked me up. My so called friends had just left me, although they knew I had no way to return home and without her I'd been forced to walk home alone. The night was chilly enough as it was. I realized the properties became larger and finally, she led us down a drive to a rather large mansion. The villa was painted in a pastel brown - I really had no idea, what the color was called and didn't particularly care either. She disabled the security system of the mansion and opened the door. I deposited our shoes in a shoebox near the entrance. Afterwards she led me down a corridor that was decorated with probably expensive paintings. We entered her living room. "Tim, please take a seat on the couch. I'll bring some snacks and we'll talk some, ok?" Nina told me once we had reached her lavishly equipped living room. There was a fireplace at the right wall of the room, while the wall I had entered through was equipped with a TV and some cupboards and cubicles made of oak wood and there were heavy red curtains that could block all sight from the living room. Two dark red couches as well as two armchairs were draped around a glass-table in the middle of the room. "Sure... I can't wait," I said, repressing a whispered "lover." I sat down on one of the couches and snuggled myself against a pillow. Suddenly, Nina returned. I must have been really drunk. She dimmed down the light of the expensive lamp to a cushy glow and snuggled herself next to me on the couch. "Hey Tim, would you like a cookie?" She had snatched a cookie out of one snack bowl she'd brought with her and tried to feed me. "Come on, open your mouth sweetie." Wow, she'd called me sweetie... Out of astonishment I opened my mouth, she really liked me. Nina used the opportunity to force feed me. The cookie really was tasty, I loved its sweetness. But Nina wasn't done. She snuggled up to me and gave me a big kiss on my mouth. She really wanted me, but what would I do? I didn't know crap about how to successfully please a woman. Nina didn't leave me much time to brood though. Her dainty hand grabbed one of mine and led it to her breast. Finally, I got to fondle my first woman. I carefully felt the texture of her boob through her dress. Her nipple became erect, while I slowly felt its texture. My whole attention was fixated on my hand, so she caught me in surprise when she suddenly kissed me again. She pressed her mouth on mine and slowly entered her tongue through my reluctant lips. So domineering... I had no choice and I actually didn't really want any. I surrendered to her probing tongue and slowly opened my mouth. Her tongue instantly darted forward and took possession of my oral cavity. I started probing, too, and finally our tongues touched. Little spasms danced through my body and my dick was straining violently against the bondage of my boxer shorts. Our saliva mixed and my hand slipped under her dress, trying to feel its way under Nina's bra. She still kept up our lip lock and used one hand to press my head against hers, while sneaking her other hand into my trousers. God, she was touching my balls. Never before I had had such a steel hard boner - not even when the tentacle monster was raping the bondage girl in my favorite hentai. "Come one, pull off my clothing," Nina ordered me lovingly. "Ugh... well... I don't know..." I stammered. Damn, I didn't know what I should do... I so wanted to fuck her, but I wanted to do it right. "Don't worry, my cute little virgin, you won't hurt me," she told me, smiling seductively. Damn, she knew, how? But she didn't care? Why? Why did I care? She must have seen my confusion since she kissed me another time and led the hand - that wasn't fondling her breast and eliciting little involuntary moans - to the zipper of her dress. Instincts menkind had developed since the invention of the zip took over my rational thinking. Or maybe it was just my never tested knowledge I'd won by consuming hours' worth of porn material. However the reasons, the zipper went into the right direction and the dress opened up. Once I'd finished my work with the zipper, our lips unlocked, and she pulled out her arms. I proceeded to pull the dress over her feet and finally saw her full glory, wearing only bra, panties, nylons and her low heeled shoes. I heard some guys prefer women wearing heels during sex, but I always liked small little women feet. So the shoes came off first. Her feet certainly didn't disappoint me, since I could see her delicate lovable toes. Nina was just perfect; if it was possible my dick got even harder that moment. She opened my trousers, while my hands went on auto-pilot and found their way to her breasts. I gave both a gentle squeeze, and started to fumble with the bra fastener. First I had some problems, and Nina managed to pull my trousers down before I managed to unfasten the first clip, but then I managed it somehow and one cup came loose. I was panting with excitement. "Please take up your arms lover," Nina told me after another quick kiss on my mouth. How could I resist her? I raised my arms, and she pulled my shirt over my head. Next the undershirt went off and she quickly unfastened the other clip of her bra. I was running on instincts now and my hands automatically found their way to Nina's erect nipples. I flicked them, which caused her to shriek highly. She was panting, too, and definitely turned on. What had I actually feared? She probably was as hot as I was. I fondled her breasts for a short time, but soon she grabbed my right hand and guided it into her panties. I inserted my fingers into her nether lips and probably touched her clit, since she started to moan and her panting increased heavily. My fingers became moist from her juicy pussy. I pulled out my fingers and licked off the moisture. Finally, I got a taste of what I longed for such a long time. It didn't taste as delicious as I imagined, but I didn't care, enveloped by drunken lust. Nina forcibly kissed me again, while she freed my penis of its cruel bondage. She managed to pull my boxers off, while I started fondling her again. At least I didn't need to feel ashamed for my penis. While I wouldn't win any size awards, I had no reason to be ashamed. I had no porn star equipment, but it was good average. And now little Tim would finally get to do the job he was created for. Peering downwards I realized that my dick had never been this big before... god Nina had made me hot. She pulled down her own panties. I saw a darkish stain on them and realized she was as aroused as I. Spreading her legs she told me: "Enter me lover, now, I can't wait anymore. I need you now, within me... please." Her pleading gave me the last nudge. No man worth his dick could have resisted her anyway. I embraced my lover and finally entered her. After 26 years I finally lost my virginity. *** I woke up, an annoying pain was torturing my poor head, while I felt myself spooned against a warm pillow. Couldn't my headache just go away? I was warm and in a cuddly mood. My pillow felt like I'd always imagined spooning to a girl. I felt something squished at my chest, like boobs pressed against me and I hugged my pillow a bit harder. Someone was stroking my back. I slowly opened my eyes and gazed into Nina's beautiful blue eyes. "Would you mind to hug me less fierce love? I need to breathe, too," Nina told me constrained. I released her and was instantly rewarded with a passionate kiss. It wasn't a dream? Nina was totally for real? The girl that would talk longer than five minutes with me, who took my virginity last night, who came for me was not a figment of my repressed imagination. I guess a sob escaped me since Nina asked, "Hey, what's up? Why are you crying?" "I'm just happy...," I replied giving her another fast hug. She really cared for me... And the sex had been so awesome. It wasn't as I had feared, that I would get off after a minute and just spill into her. No, I'd managed to peak her and then we'd come together. It had been so amazing, she'd just ordered me to be stiff and little Tim had obeyed. I liked the way she dominated me. Not that strange submission and dominance way, that was described in some online fics - why would someone want to be a slave, or to have to order someone around all the time? But she had destined what we would do. An incredible experience, ravaging her again and again, listening to her cries of ecstasy... I'd never felt this male before in my life. "Oh, I love this dreamy expression on a guy," Nina told me after a quick kiss to pull me out of my reverie. She reassured me, "You've been good, too, unbelievable that you've been a virgin. I guess that's one big plus point for pornography." I must have looked pretty dumbfounded, since she continued to elaborate smirking: "Well... what grandma told about grandpa... But no, I guess she had exaggerated. Even he must have known which hole to use." What did she mean? Was I good, or barely better than her grandpa? But she seemed to be satisfied... She probably was a weird pillow talker. I started to say, "Well... Nina..." "I, well, Tim... I didn't mean it negatively, you really were good. Actually, way better than I expected," Nina eased me. Damn, I should learn to keep my facial expressions under control. She gave me another quick kiss, a reassuring hug and jumped out of the bed. I didn't exactly remember how, but we'd somehow managed to reach her bedroom. Thinking about it unleashed another headache, which made me sink back into the pillows groaning. Nina meanwhile had started dressing and stopped hearing my moan. "That's what you get for drinking this much Tim... Stand up; I'll have an aspirin for you." She pulled me out of the bed... Hell, was this woman strong. She gave me another quick kiss and was rewarded by little Tim poking her. "Not now lover... Take this bathrobe here," she said and pointed to the bathrobe hanging at the door. She took a shower and told me to prepare some toasts in the kitchen and to lay the kitchen-table. I went and she returned after a short shower. Her hair was dry, which explained how she avoided needing half an eternity. Nina gave me the promised aspirin and we sat down to eat breakfast. I loved the strong black coffee from her expensive machine. She'd mixed it with milk, but I really wanted to get rid of the alcohol remaining in my system. "Tim, I'll have to do some work today... I can bring you home, but I need some time alone," Nina suddenly started. "Please come back this afternoon at five or so. I'd love to be with you again." It wasn't my right to preen what she was doing. At least she wanted to meet me again. I could take the bus to come here, so there was no problem. Another evening with her... This would just be awesome. "Sure, I'll love to meet you again. I'll be on time," I told her smiling happily. *** I so loved Nina. She really brought me home and we had a very motivated discussion about recent politics on the way. She left me in front of the apartment building I lived in. I hope it didn't disappoint her too much. But then she should have known I was a loser the way my so called friends treated me. It was kind of cool they left me with her, but it would have been decent of them to tell me they were going. I mean I had been, or was a desperate case, but leaving me so I'd get a decent flirt? I really hoped it was this and they didn't just forget me. At least Nina didn't look disappointed or annoyed or anything. She actually gave me a hot and passionate good bye kiss that left me with a woody hard as Krupp-steel. She left with the smirking suggestion I'd want to bring some exchange clothing with me this afternoon. Damn, she was right, I smelled. I waved her good bye and entered the old and untended building. The paint flaked off and half the lamps on the corridor had stopped working a long time ago. I climbed up the staircase - the building had no elevator, what a surprise - and reached my apartment on the third floor. The stupid door was squeaking while I opened it. I didn't want to waste money on grease, but the real reason I hadn't fixed it was that I was too lazy. It was just a minor annoyance anyway, so why care for it? I slipped out of my old clothing and threw it on the floor. I could tend to it later. I so needed a shower, but it didn't really make sense at Nina's given that I needed to wear my old clothing back home. I so didn't want to smell my arm pits, so I went under the shower. I took maybe ten minutes to soap down my body and to wash my middle long hair. I thought about staying longer in the shower than necessary, but I didn't want to add to my water bill. It wasn't like I had money to waste. Opening the window I let out the warm damp air and started to free the mirror of the condensed water. I pulled my old hairdryer out of a cupboard and left the bathroom to blow-dry my hair. Some guys don't use hairdryers at all, but I preferred to remove most moisture out of my hair - I really didn't need pneumonia. After starting my PC and dressing in underwear and training wear, I returned to the bathroom. The moist air had evaporated, which left the bathroom way cooler than I liked. I closed the door and activated the heater. Pulling my electrical razor out of another cupboard, I went over to remove the regrown stubble and what I'd left out in my hasty attempt of a shave yesterday. I looked sort of okay. The acne scars in my face were slowly fading and my longish, brown and slightly curled hair was framing my face. I needed to brush it, but I could do that later. My height was one point seventy-nine meters(In feet for you SI-refuseniks: 5 ft. 10.5 inches), which was pretty much average height and I'd accumulated a small but still acceptable bulge. I should do more sports, but I preferred E- sports. It was more fun and less humiliating anyway. The ultra-white nerd skin finished my sad appearance. I guess it could have been worse, but I wasn't someone who could get into narcissist orgies in front of a mirror. Since I'd see Nina again this afternoon I actually bothered to invest some effort into the shave and took my time. When I was finished I washed my razor went back to my living-bedroom and threw myself into my desk chair. It creaked and I decided to be a bit more careful with it, it wasn't like I could afford a new one. Hitting my keyboard, I pulled the PC out of its stand-by mode, waited until the OS(Operating System, MS-Windows in this case) returned and logged into World of Warcraft. I chose my main character, a really hot holy paladin Selena - Yes I prefer watching wiggling girl buts, so sue me - who doesn't? It was daily quest(Daily quests are repeatable quests the player can repeat once every day) time, it wasn't like I really needed the gold, but I wanted the reputation I needed to buy that awesome mount. I couldn't really get into it though. I mean after I'd mounted a girl last night the prospect of a digital steed had a somewhat lower attraction to me. Anyway, I'd seemingly done this quest a thousand times before and it utterly bored me - kill mobs(Mobs = mobile objects; it really means AI controlled enemy), pick up x number of specific loot. There had to be something else. My server was pretty crowded, but there was no random raid open that I didn't have an ID on. Why did one need to wait a week to redo a fucking raid dungeon? It was utterly pointless; they were just too lazy to produce more dungeons. Well, I could try the daily heroic dungeon. Something I dreaded since the new Add-on. I was a supreme healer, but that didn't mean I could heal four peoples lifepoints if they lost half of them every two seconds. But maybe, maybe I'd get a good group. Those rare dungeon crawls that left one with happy tears in one's eyes, because there still were players who actually knew what they did. It took longer than the anticipated ten seconds to find me a group, it was twenty seconds, but then I could wait again because one of the damage dealers was afk - not that I couldn't understand them. Nobody likes to wait 15 minutes to join a dungeon group, but that was why I played a healer. Finally, the group was auto-assembled and we appeared in the dungeon. I ran a quiet little gear check and apparently they were raid geared. That promised that they had an idea what they were doing, I thought. Of course the DDs had to nuke different targets than the tank and thus took more damage than needed. But that was to be expected. DDs in general had unlearned the bases of MMORPG playing after the last Addon. I had depleted more Mana than necessary when we finally reached the first boss. The tank pulled and the fight started. Of course people forgot leaving the area where the dust clouds appeared over the ground and were killed when the wormlike boss jumped from the ground in its second phase - One might compare it with being hit by a freight truck. The tank instantly died, but what was to be expected of someone who needed fucking green items? Fucking eBay characters(Some people buy their accounts from eBay and have no experience with their avatars). As if that wasn't enough the rogue K177z0r wrote: Noob, don't forget healing me, you ******! I answered him that he needed to leave the dust clouds, but the annoying kiddy would only leave more stars in the chat. I was so glad I'd activated the language filter, but even that could only do so much. I decided to quit. There was no reason to continue this tragedy, especially after the halfway healed tank pulled the next time. I was out of combat range, so I just left the group and happily disappeared from the dungeon. I so didn't need this crap. My head felt hot, but I wasn't worried, it was to be expected after such a frustration. What was the point of this equipment hunting anyway? Look, my E-penis is bigger than yours. Fuck this game, I needed to do something else, or I'd go "Ich will Unreal Tournament spielen"( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sUSN7fqVBio ) at my PC. I really had enough of games for now. WoW was nothing but frustrating, massacring Zombies was boring, I didn't have the patience for strategy games and I'd finished all RPG's, so I decided I'd have an anime day. *** Finally, I was there... It was still a bit early, but that was planned. I had had a late lunch - spaghetti with ketchup - and had continued my anime watching afterwards. I didn't really get into it though. Just thinking about playing pc-games bored me and watching those anime wasn't much better. I shortly tried Pornos, but they never were my favorite entertainment and seemed somewhat shallow after the real thing. I wanted to hear Nina moaning and not a stupid actress I didn't know and didn't care for. It had needed some research to find my way here - it wasn't as easy as Nina had indicated, but when dealing with public transportation, complications are to be expected. I had timed it so that I had ten minutes time to transfer between each bus, but planning can only help so much when one bus arrived 15 minutes late, or failed completely. So it probably was a good thing that I had been so bored. I went about 45 minutes early, and I only arrived at ten minutes to five. If I wasn't on social services, I'd need to pay money for this crap, even though the bus companies are mostly sponsored by the tax payer - What are they using the money for? Paying their executives millions or what? I went up the driveway to Nina's mansion. The villa was even more impressive in the fading daylight. The well cared for garden surrounded the Villa and protected the inhabitants of unwanted onlookers. Walking up the driveway, I could see a rather great lawn in one corner of the garden, while a pond and a covered barbecue area was in another. Compared to other mansions I'd seen this was really tasteful. No pompous pillars and statues nobody really cared for. The times that statues had been impressive were long gone, since the only thing that might actually impress was the material. On the other hand it only showed how much money one was willing to waste to show off one's pomposity. That Nina had refrained showed what a wise and mature person she really was. Why did she care for me? No girl ever cared for me. I was just the creepy loser. Maybe she really was different... I had reached the massive oak-door and used the bell. The label on the bell said N. Maier - so Maier was Nina's family name. After a short time she opened the door, gave me a hug and a quick kiss and ushered me in. I left my shoes and my jacket at her wardrobe and followed her into the living room. This time the window front was covered by the heavy red curtain. Only the ceiling-lamp was enlightening the room. Nina had already thrown herself on the couch and waved at me to join her. I sat down cuddling myself next to her and she laid her head on my chest. Her captivating blue eyes met mine and she said, "Tim, we need to talk a bit. I know you're not exactly rich and you've avoided talking about it." Damn, what did she want now? Of course I didn't want to talk about it, I mean what is there to talk about? "I... I don't know..." I said slightly stammering. She rolled her eyes. "You and I know that you feel ashamed, but you don't need to be. I really like you, for being you. As you've seen I'm not a girl that needs money or security. And I'm not one of those spoiled high society girls who are incapable of adjusting their mating instinct to the realities. I want you, because I like you and not because of things I can gain from you, so you don't need to worry." "Okay... You sound like you don't like high society girls. What do you mean exactly?" I said. She'd diffused my worst worries, but I still was a bit confused. Nina nodded to herself and gifted me a beautiful smile. "I guess it's my own fault, now I need to answer your questions... To start it, I'm a self- made girl. I don't have any sympathies for people who inherited all their money and believe they're something better. I can't stand girls who never grow up, expecting a man to be their dream prince, being wealthier than them, smarter, wise and lovingly domineering. I mean, imagine officially adult women who still search for their fairy tale prince." Nina took a breather and continued her rant, "You know, and when their fucking hypergamy fails since the fairy tale princes prefer other women, they'll turn bitter man-haters who'll spread their conspiracy theories about how men suppress all women. They're just too blind to see that most men are too busy with working their ass off to suppress womankind or to lord over the world. Something they never needed to do in their lives. Some people just have everything, but are incapable of really living. I disdain them, but I guess I should pity them instead." "I guess it is confession time for me," I said dreading her reaction. "It's not that I'm poor, I'm jobless by choice. I mean, I do what I need to do to keep social security, but I don't really bother." She just nodded and I continued, "I mean what is the point anyway? Working forty hours a week, to earn a pay that may or may not allow you to convince a girl that you're worth enough for her to care for you, which might allow you to found a family. Why the hell should I waste my time with this crap? Because god decreed so? I have anything what I need, maybe except companionship... But what is companionship that is solely based on monetary gain and personal security?" "And you think it's ok to live on other peoples work?" She asked. "I don't live off their work. I live of social security. I don't steal, I don't plunder, I don't burn rich people's cars. I don't make trouble. I'm a failure society produced; I'm someone whom society taught he's worth nothing. If society wants it to stay this way, society needs to pay me. I so don't need to work my ass off to live the illusion of the house with the white picket fence, with someone who thinks she's entitled to the world," I declared enraged, venting my frustrations. "So you don't like girls? You project your troubles on the female gender?" Nina asked more than a little annoyed, interrupting my rant. "No... Yes, maybe. I like girls, you should know... But I can't talk to a girl for more than five minutes without her wanting to run away. I don't know what I'm doing wrong, and I don't know if I actually care. I think yesterday, the conversation I had with you was the longest conversation with a female in real life since like three years or so - and that was with a bureaucrat at the job office. So yes, I probably project my problems, but what can I do? Jump off a bridge? Sorry I have too much fun at my pc to do that," I confessed angrily. Tears of frustration had sneaked into my eyes. Nina must have sensed my distress, since I found myself in a soothing embrace. "Shoo... It's not that bad Tim. Just don't hurt yourself. I don't think you're creepy, you're a good person. I can see where you're coming from." Why would I hurt myself? I just told her I wouldn't. Maybe she didn't think me creepy, ugly or freaky, but as I had said, Nina was the first woman since a very long time. A quiet sob escaped me and I felt rubbing my back. Unbelievable, she still cared for me, although I had told her parts of my pathetic life. She didn't disdain me for not being an Edward, for not being an unmovable rock in the surf. "Well... do you want to talk a bit more about it, or do you want to do something else?" Nina asked me carefully, giving me another reassuring hug. She really was special. She didn't disdain me for being weak, and now she didn't preen. I answered: "I... I don't think I can talk about it anymore... for now." At least not without starting a crying jag. "I'd like to do something else, do you have an idea?" "We could watch this awesome werewolf movie; it'll certainly lighten the mood," Nina suggested. I managed to calm down a bit and answered: "Sure, sounds like fun." Nina stood up and went over to her TV. She had a PlayStation and a Nintendo Wii standing next to it. I couldn't afford one, neither when I was still living with my parents, nor now where I was living of social security. The games just were way too expensive. She pulled a disk out of the cupboard and inserted it into the PlayStation which she used as a Blu- ray player. She fumbled with the remote controls, finally managed to get everything working and returned to the couch. It didn't take long and she was snuggling in my embrace, while watching the horrifying events of the film progress. There was nothing better to restore hurt male dignity than a scared female searching protection in one's arms. I guess Nina wasn't really scared, but it certainly helped to make me feel better. My composure had completely returned when we came to a scene where some kids were caught in a shed and the werewolf was transforming in front of it, when my skin started tingling. What the fuck was happening, I though, when the sensitivity of my skin incredibly increased. A moan of pleasure escaped my mouth. I probably started trashing around, moaning and convulsing in shrieks of ecstasy. Soon after it had started, Nina opened my trousers and pulled them off my legs. Meanwhile, I felt parts of me growing and reforming. The feeling an outwards spreading tingling on my chest was strange enough, but it wasn't comparable to what started in my crotch area. There was no more alien sensation than my penis shrinking, inverting and creeping up into my body, maybe my balls being sucked into my body and moving around until they found their new position was worse. The further the transformation progressed, the harder the changes made me orgasm. I lost all conscious thought when I felt my vagina connecting with my newly formed womb. *** "Hey, are you alright," Nina's voice ripped me from my post orgasmic haze, while she was shaking my body. I knew that I was changed, but my body felt totally all right - The weight of my breasts, when I was breathing as well as the comfy absence of junk between my legs. I should have felt disoriented, but I didn't. My body was exactly as it was supposed to be. "I'm a werewoman... that's so cool Nina," I said still feeling bubbly from my transformation. She leered at me and told me excitedly, "Cool is the wrong term, you're hot enough to eat." I hadn't seen the new me, so I could hardly verify her assessment. Still, I couldn't believe that it really had happened. For some reason my body felt like my body, shouldn't it feel alien or something? Sneaking my hand to my breasts, I felt new exhilarating sensations. They felt so perfectly me... Why didn't I miss them in my previous life? The mounds felt perfectly alright on my breast, like I should have had them before. One hand sneaked down to my crotch and felt up the area. Again the sensations were new, but felt perfectly normal. Just imagining having a penis there made me rub my legs in discomfort. I'd be all right sitting to pee - thinking about it, I couldn't wait to try. I gave my new clit a probing rub, which elicited an arousing moan from my throat. "Please stop," Nina begged. "You'll make me come in my panties." "That would be fun..." I grinned at her. "What will we do now? Have some sex?" "Well... um, while I'd really like to do the bed gymnastics with you, I think I should show you the ropes of grooming for a woman. You'll like it I think," Nina said, grabbed my hand before I could protest and pulled me with her. I realized I had to have shrunk; now her eyes were slightly higher than mine, while I had to look down before. Not that I really cared, I luxuriated in the feelings of my new body. I felt my breasts bouncing with every step, which was a bit distracting but also somewhat exhilarating. Her hand pulling me reassured me and I followed her up the stairway and into her bedroom. "Stay here, I'll look for some clothing for you," she told me and started rummaging in her wardrobe. I saw a mirror in a corner and went over to check out my new body. I knew I was a bit shorter and I'd felt my hair tingling in my neck and falling in front of my eyes. I pulled the now too large t-shirt off my body and threw it on the bed. Glancing in the mirror, tears of joy shot into my eyes. I knew I hadn't been handsome as a guy, but my reflection was the real me. The white skin now was a sign of beauty instead of the hallmark of a nerd. I had an oval shaped face, with my old eyes gleaming in their smart green. The scars of my horrible acne were gone, maybe due to the fact that I wouldn't have thought face washing as sissyish and avoided it at all cost if I'd been a girl all my life. Or maybe it just was the transformation... Instead of my usual cave men legs, they were really smooth now. It wasn't like they'd been shaved, but the small hairs were barely visible. Softly caressing my leg I realized that the sensitivity was way higher. I could see in the mirror how my nipples started to become erect... I was arousing myself. Sadly I had the same old brown hair on my head, but that was correctable. Or maybe I just needed a good haircut to make my mane presentable. I'd carefully refrained from touching the lips between my legs. I was aroused enough anyway and didn't want to make a mess. Still, just looking at my slit made me rub my sensitive legs in anticipation. Why did I want to fondle myself? My even smaller hands - I didn't have big ones in the first place - snaked over to my breasts. Delicate fingers rubbed the alluring flesh of my boobs. They seemed to be the same size as Nina's, but I wasn't exactly an expert. Watching porn - even lesbian porn - doesn't really prepare a guy for having his or now her own. "Stop this, you can fondle yourself later," Nina ordered and beckoned me over. Damn what was going on with me? I hadn't actually realized that my left hand had crept down to my slit while I was pondering my boob-sizes. I was so hot, but I needed to stop, Nina had asked me to. But maybe she would... I sashayed to her, waving my cute but seductively. "Girl, damn it! Here, try this corset." She said and gave me a really hot black corset that made me rub my legs together. "But wait a second, I'll show you how to do it right." She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it pulled off. Then she took off her corset and told me: "Now that you've got to ogle my beautiful self, please watch how to put these clothing on. I'll let yourself try it out later and help you if you need me." "Shouldn't I, like, wear panties first?" I asked slightly confused. She groaned, bent down and pulled panties out of a drawer and smirked: "Yes, you should like totally, wear panties first. Here catch." I caught the thrown red panties out of the air. Now I had another problem, though. I'd seen panties taken off many times, but which way was the right way to put them on? It wasn't like there was the usual bulge that men's pants had. But maybe, the washing instructions... They went to the back. I fumbled around, until I found the small tag and put them on under the snickering amusement of my lover. Now that my nether region was covered, I started watching Nina put on her corset. I started to copy her and pulled the corset around my body. Using the fasteners, mimicking Nina, I closed it at the front, supporting my breasts. Now, I had to fasten it tight, which was a bigger challenge. I took the fastener in one hand and used the other to pull the strings in the back tight. I had some problems, but with Nina's help I managed. Finally, I was finished. My waist was clinched by the corset and my breasts were comfortably supported. They seemed to be even bigger in the mirror. "Don't dream lover... By the way, how should I call you? You definitely are no Tim anymore," Nina said. That was a good question. Tim really didn't fit as a name anymore. I so didn't like Tina as a name; it was connected with too many bad memories. Another name with T... Maybe Thea, but that seemed too old fashioned. Tanya... yes, that was the right name name. Like Anya, the cute girl in my class I'd had a crush on - she never really gave a shit for me though. "Here take the shirt," Nina ordered me, gave me a shirt she'd pulled out of another wardrobe and asked, "Have you found a name already?" God, she was pushing. I pulled the scandalous, red shirt over my head. I started wondering, did she want to dress me like a porn star? She also gave me some fine, black socks which I immediately used on my uncomfortably cool feet. I wiggled my really cute butt at her and said, "A good name takes its time. But, yes, I've found one. Hello, kind lady, my name is Tanya." "Okay, Tanya, please put on this trouser and follow me," she said smiling encouragingly. What was up with this body? She smiled at me, and my nipples started to strain. The dampness between my legs was its own indicator. I figured it was great to be so sexy, but I really needed some relief. Nina waved at me and I followed her into the next room, the bathroom. To my great relief it had a floor heating to warm my feet. "Please take a seat on the toilet," Nina told me and pulled a box out of the cupboard. I sat down on the closed toilet and watched her opening the metallic box, which was filled with nail-polish. Smiling happily, she asked, "Now it's time to decide, Tanya... Which color do you like?" Ugh... that could be a hard decision. As a guy I'd always hated to see purple nail polish on girls. Red was a bit too standard and black was for depressive girls... I'd need specific clothing for most other colors. Green and blue wouldn't really fit to my red shirt, a clear coat was boring, and one of those brown or bronze polishes was nothing but eww. I always liked the pink, shimmering colors, seemingly close to the natural nail-color, but really more like the glittering interior of a sea shell. I wonder what the name was... Coral? Pearl? Probably something even fancier. I'd probably understand it one day, but for now I still had my guy perspective on colors - The spectral colors were enough, everything else was a mixture. "Nina, I want to try one of those shimmering pink polishes. I think it's called something like Pearl," I said regarding all the available colors in the box. "Well... Tanya, I won't use clear coat, since you'll be back to normal in the morning, but please watch how it is done. Give me your right hand please," Nina explained. I'd be a guy tomorrow, and I just got into being a hot girl. Hopefully, guy me wouldn't be disappointed. But then I hadn't had problems with being a guy, so I probably wouldn't. I stretched out my right hand, she told me to spread my fingers and put some paper between them, so the fingers wouldn't touch and smear the polish. It was incredible when she took my hand. I'd been aroused before, but when she touched my fingers, it felt like she was touching the glans of guy- me's penis. A moan escaped my mouth, and my legs were rubbing themselves from excitement. "Please stop fidgeting, Tanya," Nina ordered and started to apply the polish to my nails. It was really hard, but she had said so. I couldn't move, until I was allowed. When she moved her hand I needed to suppress the moans that wanted to escape me. Still, I couldn't prevent panting from arousal. Finally, she'd finished one hand and told me to wave it while she cared for the other. When she was about to finish my second hand, I couldn't suppress it anymore. Another moan escaped me. Nina looked at me and wrinkled her forehead questing, "What's up? I could swear you're about to come from me stroking your hand... You are, ain't you?" I could only nod, pressing my legs together, while she painted my left pinky. "Oh, god... You're a Sensate. Just wave your hands and wait until the polish dries. I'll help you," she said soothingly. She wanted to give me relief? I needed her to touch me, happy tears fell from my eyes. "Okay... Please hurry," I said shivering from excitement. "Stretch your arms over your head and keep them away from your body," Nina ordered and I immediately complied. She hugged me, pleasure was emanating from every centimeter she touched. Our lips locked, her tongue forced its entrance into my mouth cavity and finally found mine. Tiny spasms of pleasure reverberated through my body. I would have melted into a puddle if she hadn't held me. Moaning into her mouth excitedly I spread my legs apart as if to allow her to enter. Mental pictures of an erect penis closing in ran through my head, her hands rubbing my ultra-sensitive skin, her mouth nibbling at my neck. When I started shrieking, close to the peak, I was caught by Nina's mouth, muffling me while muscles all over my body clenched and stretched in the throes of my first female orgasm. The arousal and the following orgasm pushed my lubrication into overdrive and now my panties felt wet. That wasn't the only problem... All the time, while she worked me up to my peak, I'd submissively held up my arms. Now that the excitement started to fade my arms began to hurt. "Nina, may I take my arms down?" Why did I need to ask her? She had told me so and I was bound to follow through? I was her puppet? No, I could move them down, but she had told me and I didn't want to disappoint her. What was going on? Nina must have caught on that I'd gone directly from post orgasmic bliss to confusion and a slight panic. "You may take your arms down, Tanya," she said and explained, "I'm an alpha werewoman that means I can give werewomen orders which they'll want to obey. Don't worry love, I won't hurt you." I loved to obey her, but it was worrisome regardless what she said. I didn't get to really think about it though, because she caught me in another hug. Her skin touching mine, distracted me from my forced submissiveness and amped my levels of arousal. I started panting again. Couldn't I stay, like, ten minutes without being aroused? Anyway, her touch made me feel better. Nina disengaged and thought for a moment. "Tanya, how do you like your nails?" Confused about the sudden change of subject and stretched my hands to look at the nails. "Well... I like them fine, the color looks really good on my hands, I think. Why do you ask?" "I guess I was just curious about your level of girlishness", Nina smiled. Looking at me intensely, she continued, "Oh... You're aroused again? Let's go and scratch that itch." God, I couldn't resist her seductive smiles. Where did that woman learn flirting? "Sure lover, lead on," I purred - Two could play the game. She took my hand, which made me quiver in expectancy. Nina then led me back into the bedroom, while my nipples stretched in happy anticipation against the fabric of my shirt. "Please sit down on the bed, while I undress," she told me. This time I didn't feel the need of immediate compliance though. Seeing my surprise Nina smirked at me, while pulling off her top. Relieved that she didn't use her mystic domination powers again, I placed myself on the bed. I watched her boobs appear and lusty feelings spread in my abdomen. I so wanted her to touch me, but she was by no way finished with her little torture session. She didn't take off her corset, although she shortly felt her boobs through the fabric. No, she pulled off her trousers, revealing cute little black panties snuggling her crotch and ass. God, I couldn't see enough of her. "Don't move, I'm going to undress you," Nina said smirking at me again. She aroused me so easily... Nina pulled the shirt over my head and unfastened the corset. "Lie down obediently like a good girl," she said pushing me down on the bed. I was supposed to be a good girl, I wondered, while she unbuttoned my trousers and pulled them down my legs, revealing my damp, red panties. "Little Tanya has made a mess," Nina teased and planted another of her acquisitive kisses on my mouth. "Just stay, so I can make you sing the opera of ecstasy." That sounded gooood... She had started by stroking my sides with her delicate hands. Moving them to my belly and back circling around my breasts. I started breathing heavily. My nipples were erect like little penises and the moistness between my legs increased. Nina's hands stopped their march around my boobs and climbed down in direction of my nether region. Meanwhile she bent over me, her mouth slowly dropping on my left breast. Her lips delicately touched the sensitive flesh of my boob and a moan was elicited from my mouth. Her tongue was flicking my nipple and her hands caressed my thighs. My legs slowly spread under the delightful touches of her delicate fingers. My back arched, while I was clenching my fists in expectancy. Glancing down to see her fingers tracing around my nether lips, I realized something was pushing in her panties. I grabbed her in shock while watching a penis growing out of her underwear. It was so stiff; I just saw its hardness. Nina stopped her ministrations and pulled down her panties. I could see her manhood in its full glory. My whole intention was fixed on its quivering tip. Meanwhile Nina's hands had snaked to my pussy. Her left hand was running circles around it while her right hand cautiously spread the lips. I moaned, feeling the still alien sensations that my body craved so much. I felt her probing deeper, imagining how full I would feel, filled by her wonderful cock. Pulling out her hand, she elicited a lustful scream by rubbing my sensitive spot - it was so much better, than my former glans. She brought her fingers to her mouth, licked them clean and said giggling: "Tanya, I love your yummy pussy drool." I wished she was talking less and doing more. I craved her dick, why was she waiting? Finally, she was finished licking and rubbed my nipples again. I couldn't stand it anymore. "Nina! Fuck me, please fuck me, just fuck me, please." I needed her to enter me, to take me, to dominate my slutty little self. Still, Nina asked teasingly: "Have you been a good girl?" "Yes, No... I don't care, please enter me, please make me cum," I begged, pleading her with my eyes, ready to scream with frustration. I needed her. "Okay, my little Sensate, you've been good, so you deserve a reward," she smirked eagerly with anticipation. Then finally, after a fast flick to my nipples, which had me moaning again, she spread my already wide open legs even further and let the tip of her cock dance over my entrance. I wanted to jump on it, but she had told me not to move. She grabbed my breasts again and slowly pushed into my sanctuary. I felt my vagina stretching, trying to accommodate the warm, alien object entering. It brushed my clitoris, eliciting a series of lustful screams after another. I didn't feel any hymen ripping, but that probably was due to the fact that I'd lost my virginity yesterday already. At least it didn't hurt as a guy. Nina's dick slowly advanced further, brushing another sensitive spot of mine and finally completely filling my pussy. I was so unbelievably full, an unknown feeling of completeness... Then she pulled out again, and pushed back in. I started to scream and yell in the rhythm of her strokes. My pussy muscles clenched around her cock, trying to catch it, while Nina constantly worked to let me reach my peak. She had worked my pussy and my breasts for quite some time when the tension became almost unbearable. Then, finally, I released. I shuddered, my eyes rolled back into my head from the pleasure. I spasmned around her cock, causing Nina's own orgasm and delighted in the feeling of her cum squirting against my cervix. She collapsed on top of me, squishing my breasts with her body, while her cock started shrinking out of my pussy, although my muscles were still trying to milk it. I got to experience the legendary female post-orgasmic bliss. I felt totally boneless and absolutely satisfied. I must have worn a silly grin on my face, but that was to be expected. Still, although I felt the relief of orgasm, I could easily imagine continuing our love fest. Nina thought the same and her penis shrunk away completely, while her pussy returned. We continued, but this time as lesbian lovers. I got to be more active and fondle and lick her, too. *** I was dreaming of Nina, how we made love together... But then, suddenly, it became serious. She told me, not to hurt myself - why would I want to do that - and to come back every afternoon. Wondering why she ordered me and didn't just ask me, I woke up. I must had drunk something the evening before and had a blackout. I couldn't really have transformed into a girl, dressed in drag, painted my nails, fucked my minds out with a Futanari?(Japanese term for dick girl) Nina and actually enjoyed every part of it. God, I began to understand why they warned children about drugs. They could leave you doubt reality. Groaning I pulled myself from the covers and looked around. A dirty sheet was thrown in front of the mirror, the corset I dreamed wearing, was lying on the ground. It couldn't be real could it? Me making a mess of the sheet, spreading my pussy drool why coming again and again. What a weird dream... I'd always thought the gender bender stuff utterly creepy. Why would one want to be a girl? Being a guy was alright in my opinion. Well, there was only one way to remove my strange doubts. I remembered Nina applying nail polish to my fingernails. It should still be there, if I'd really been a girl for the night. It should still be there, except the transformation had eaten it. Dreadfully, I pulled out my hands from under the blanket. The fingers looked normal, but fuck. I was so fucked. There really was polish on my nails. It looked somewhat chipped on most of my fingers, as if the nails had broken the polish while changing shape. Only the polish on my pinky finger looked intact, but then the nail size hadn't really changed. The polish and the memories alone would have been explicable, like Nina had used some hypnotic drugs on me, but the fact that it was cracked, that was something I couldn't explain. I had seen damaged nail polish before, but it had never looked like this. My fingers looked like those of a sissy, it was disgusting. I'd need to remove this crap. Women used some kind of toxic stuff to remove it. How had my chemistry teacher called it? Acidone, Acetone or Acetyl? I didn't exactly remember, but it surely had to be found somewhere in Nina's bathroom. I couldn't leave the house like this. God, what had she done to me? I thought the woman loved me, but it was just my luck that I'd find one, that only wanted something from me. What was the problem with women and their wants? Money, time and favors were the usual stuff a guy had to put up with, but now I'd stumbled upon one that wanted my maleness. Why couldn't girls just want me for myself, for my soul? I left the bed and went to the bathroom. Remembering her polish box from my waking nightmare, I also found a bottle with polish remover next to it. My teacher had used it on a rag and used it to remove a picture he'd scrawled on a plastic bottle. The procedure had left black stains on the rug though. I took three layers of toilet paper, added the liquid and started to scrape off the annoying varnish. Finally my fingernails looked acceptable again. I used the sink to wash off the remains of the hazardous substance and dried my hands. After using the shower, to get rid of the stink of last night I left the bathroom and went looking for my clothes. I grabbed a bathrobe and went down to the living room to take the replacement clothes out of my rucksack. At least I had thought to bring new clothes this time. That way I wouldn't smell on my way home. I just wanted to run away from this place. It was just too much, crazy magic transforming me and my so called lover just disappearing after having wild sex with the nymphomaniac girl-me. Moisture seeped into my eyes, but I wouldn't cry. This last indignity wouldn't happen to me. Still, my stomach announced itself. I'd just raid Nina's freezer, I didn't care to ask for permission. Bad luck for her that I'd eat her caviar. Damn, I was pathetic. I didn't even know if she had caviar and now I was planning childish revenge schemes. I made a toast, applied butter, Nina's expensive Greek honey and enjoyed it trying to forget my heartache. Why did she do this? Why? Up until now I had ignored the note, lying in one corner of the table. My disappointment with her was just too great. I took a peek and saw what Nina had scribbled, "Accident, sorry. Come back this afternoon." What the hell, she didn't even have time to write me a proper note? But maybe it really was an emergency. It changed nothing about the humiliation of the last night though. I remembered being girlyfied and her controlling me with her orders. What did she say? She was an alpha... and I was supposed to be her submissive plaything? I didn't enjoy obeying orders and having no choice really felt horrible. She told me to keep up my arms and I somehow managed to do it through an orgasm. It was just scary. And I had needed her; I had needed to feel her touch, to penetrate me. Just remembering it made my legs snap shut it horror. Why had I been so horny? After some time as a girl I hadn't been able to think about anything but sex. Would she chain me to a wall and wait until I begged to be taken? *** Finally, I was home... My adventure hadn't ended when I left Nina's mansion. No sitting in a bus daydreaming, I started ogling the person in front of me. A really hot blond haired guy. His strong, muscled arms made me wonder how he'd like to get his dick sucked. I had nearly started screaming in terror. Not only I head turned into a girl, the transformation had also made me into a fag. But now, I was home. I would just immerse myself in my favorite games and just forget Nina and everything what happened with her. No way would I return to her. Sex had been awesome, but it wasn't worth to be her nymphomaniac puppet. I had been transformed into a girl and just jumped into bed with her. I had begged her to penetrate me. I hadn't even been able to think about refusing her. I had needed to be touched, dear god, I'd come from her rubbing my boobs and kissing me, after that torturous nail polishing session. And I couldn't disobey her. If she had ordered me to lick her ass, I'd done it. Even if she'd ordered me to clean the toilet bowl with my tongue, I'd probably still done it. My dream was still haunting me. She'd told me not to hurt myself, and I wouldn't do it. Not that I'd done that anyway, I wasn't the suicidal type. But I knew she wanted me to return and I felt the need to comply. But I would be stronger, I wouldn't give in, I swore to myself. I threw my bag into a corner; maybe I'd care about laundry later, but not now. Now I'd need to distract myself or I'd go nuts, running around in circles like a caged polar-bear. I started my PC and jumped on my bed, waiting for it to boot. I absently rubbed my breasts. It really had felt great, having Nina give me a nipple-orgasm... and having her large cock entering my pussy... My hand snaked down to rub the folds of my vagina... and hit the shaft of my hardening dick. I snapped out of it. What the hell had she done to me? Now got a hard on by thinking about being fucked as a girl. I was so fucked up I could scream. Ultimately my computer was finished booting and I could get to business. The business of respeccing(Gamer slang: Changing the distribution of skill points of a character) to Retri(Gamer slang: Retribution Paladin - The damage dealing orientation of a paladin) and kick some Horde(One of the two player factions in World of Warcraft) ass. They would so suffer... I'd just love to rip them apart, activate my wings and kill them in a spree of critical hits. Being finished planning to let off steam on surely deserving Horde-players, I started the game. My hot holy paladin did a lot less for me. Considering I'd been a girl myself, having a female avatar looked a lot less alluring. But one of those bald studly heroes... God what was I thinking? Once I had changed my Paladin to retribution I joined a battlefield. I made Selena massacre some enemies, but it didn't really fascinate me as usual. I should rejoice slaying them for the glory of the Alliance(The other faction - the faction with humans), spamming my taunting emoticons and shouting out the Alliance's battle cry over the chat. I didn't enjoy it though; it actually bored me to death. It wasn't like I hadn't seen or done all of this before. In the end an ice mage got me. Those bastards were totally overpowered, but the developers did nothing. Whatever, it wasn't like I really cared. I realized that I really didn't care for gaming at all. Slaying down enemies was so pointless; it just reduced the number of people that could make love to me... Gaming as a distraction was so not working. I didn't want to try porn, I feared what I would think and I wanted to distract myself from these alien feelings. Anime? Most plotlines were the same anyway and again I didn't need the blatant "fan service"(Naked boobs, lolita, gender bender... stuff the audience likes to see. It's usually used for nudity). The strange mood I was in would probably only make me fantasize about wearing these outfits. Whatever, I couldn't it wasn't like I was interested at hanging in front of the screen anyway. Why did I lose my motivation to play? I was used to sit 12 hours or longer in front of my PC, playing or doing other stuff and now I lost motivation after 15 minutes. I felt like a broken record, but what the hell had happened to me? It must have been the transformation, there was no other explanation. Damn, I should have asked Nina yesterday, but I didn't think about it, I had just been too horny to ask. What would I do now? My purpose of life was gone, I just knew it someway. I wouldn't ever enjoy wasting my time in front of my PC. When my parents had been alive, they'd called it computer addiction, but I hadn't cared. Now both were gone. I would have to live with it, now I had to find a new way of killing time. In my desperation I grabbed my rucksack and took out the old laundry, gathered the other stuff in my home and went to the pay-washing machine in the cellar. When this was done, my horrible boredom returned. I had to do something, so I remembered abandoned hobbies. Going over to my old bookshelf I pulled out my old Potter books. I hadn't bought the most recent, but all the others were in my possession. Grabbing the first, I started reading, lying on my bed. The adventures of Harry, Hermione and Ron really captivated me again. I forgot the course of time, when finally the grumbling of my stomach had become unbearable. Putting the book aside, I rose and took my rucks