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MAGICAL MISCHIEF by Throne
Morgana was out again for the afternoon, visiting her friends Tabitha and
Jeanie, no doubt gabbing about their silly interest in magic. Bob was much
less concerned about that than that her absence gave him a chance to raid
her lingerie. He loved to hold it and rub it against his bare body. It
always got him aroused and then he couldn't stop himself from touching his
oversized endowment, from unhurriedly stroking himself and then,
inevitably, spurting. That had become his sex life and, though his
gorgeous wife was always eager to hit the bed, he neglected her. His
fetish for her delicate underthings took precedence.
Bob was standing there, naked, with her pink satin panties in one hand and
a matching bra in the other, massaging his genitals with the former and
rubbing his receptive nipples with the latter. His head was thrown back in
ecstasy and he was taking slow deep breaths. At the peak of his enjoyment
he suddenly felt strange. His body and scalp tingled and his spine
stiffened. Was he going to cum unexpectedly, to have some sort of super
orgasm? He needed to grab a few tissues. But then the sensations faded
and he sat dazedly on the side of the bed, eyes closed, smiling, wondering
if he could recreate that wonderful rush.
He stood shakily, eyes still half-lidded, trying to remember what he had
been doing that might have caused such a thrill. Then he refocused and
found himself staring at the full-length mirror on the inside of the door
of the open closet. What he was looking at wasn't the familiar reflection
of himself, his wife's intimates in hand, having fun. Instead he was
gazing at the likeness of a feminine figure, devoid of body hair, with soft
features and full lips. She didn't have breasts but there was a bit of
plumpness in that area. And she lacked female equipment between her smooth
thighs, but what was there instead was a miniature version of male parts.
As he continued to recover from his disorientation he realized that -- OH
NO! -- the beauty in the mirror was himself.
From behind him an amused voice said, "Playing with my unmentionables
again, Bob?" He spun around to find Morgana standing in the doorway with a
smirk on her pretty face. She went on, "Oh yes, I know all about the games
you play while I'm out. You see, my two friends really do have magical
abilities, and they have shown me what you do while you're alone. That's
why they taught me how to cast a few simple spells, including one that
turned my lingerie into agents of transformation. So when you rubbed that
bra and panty set all over yourself, it made THAT happen," she concluded,
pointing at him. He gasped as he looked down at himself, confirming what
he saw in the mirror. "But... but..." he managed to say. His wife waved
away his attempt at speech and suggested, "Now that you have the figure for
them, I think you should put on those bits of underwear that you find more
interesting than me."
He found his voice enough to respond, "But I don't want to do that. I only
wanted to have them against my skin. I mean, just touching me." "I
understand," she agreed, "and that will make your punishment much more
delicious... for me. What fun would it be if you enjoyed dressing up
pretty and having a girlish body? Now do it, Bob, unless you want to lose
any chance of me reversing that spell. After all, if I wait too long the
changes just MIGHT become permanent. Is that what you want?" He took
another wide-eyed glance at the mirror, At his smooth face, then shook his
head and got his quivering fingers inside the waistband of the panties. As
he stepped into them and drew their silkiness up his hairless shapely legs,
Morgana grinned. This was FUN. When he had them all the way up she made
him turn around slowly. The solid crotch panel completely hid his shrunken
boy parts and flattened them as well.
"Now the bra," she instructed. Bob blushed as he put slipped straps over
his shoulders. He straightened the garment and held the separate halves of
its front. The hook-and-eyelet closure was between the small cups. He
fastened it and this time she made him walk around the room. "I want to
see those hips sway a little," his wife announced. Against his will, he
obeyed. The sensation of his rump rolling was unfamiliar and
demasculinizing. Morgana offered, "If you'd like, I could make your chest
fill out a little to fill those cups." He shook his head desperately and
said in a small, fearful voice, "No, please, not that." "Wellll," she
considered, "I guess I could let you stuff your bra with tissues and decide
later if you need a bust enlargement. Depending on how well you behave."
"I... all right," he agreed thankfully. His voice was high and whispery.
Bob's fingers went to his throat. She informed him, "That's right. Along
with changing your appearance, my enchanted undies altered your vocal
chords." She chuckled. "It sounds great, don't you think?" He hesitated
and then, afraid to anger her, said, "Yes, dear. It's... perfect."
"That's the attitude I want from you -- if you ever hope to have your
precious male anatomy restored."
He stood there, pink-skinned, without even a hint of stubble on his
jawline. Then his hand moved to his ear which was being tickled by...
growing hair? He checked the mirror and sure enough, his blond hair was
lengthening. And his eyebrows had been thinned. Worse, his lips appeared
even fuller. His lashes were thicker and had added curl. Feeling numb, he
remembered what he was supposed to be doing and started taking tissues to
fill his bra. As he inserted them his nipples over-responded and his tiny
penis stiffened inside the panties. Morgana noticed and pointed out,
"You're going to find that it's VERY easy for you to become aroused now.
You'll be hornY all the time, like I've been for much too long. The
difference will be that I can still have climaxes while you..." She
shrugged. "I'm afraid the way we three witches formed the spell, you won't
be able to get any relief, poor baby." She left him time to protest and,
when he didn't, said, "And I'm overdue for an orgasm or three so you need
to take care of that -- NOW."
With a helpless expression on his cute face, Bob wanted to know, "But how
can I do that? I mean, now that you've..." He gestured helplessly toward
his unmanly crotch. Morgana smiled, held her hand up with the palm toward
her face, raised her first two fingers in a 'V', and then moved her tongue
up and down between them. Bob said, "But I don't want to do that. I've
NEVER done that for you." She told him, "It's not too late to start. You
can make up for lost time. Or if you're happy with your new look, don't do
anything for me." He swallowed with difficultly, not feeling his Adam's
apple because it was gone, and said submissively, "Yes, dear. Whatever
makes you happy." She told him, "That's better. Now undress me. And try
not to get too excited while you're doing it." He helped his wife out of
her blouse and skirt, then got down on one knee to remove her shoes. The
latter were a pair of red pumps with two inch heels. She made him step
into him and stroll around the room, telling him that they improved his
girlish walk. He had to keep them on while he assisted her to remove her
bra and then peeled her panties down her legs. He realized how much his
form now resembled hers.
Morgana laid back on the bed. She lifted her head and told him to plump up
her pillow, saying, "Maybe I'll put you on maid duty. You'd like that,
wouldn't you? With a pretty uniform and a big feather duster?"
Understanding the rules of his new situation, he chirped with feigned
happiness, "Oh, yes, Morgana. That would be so... sweet. Thank you." She
chortled, pointed between her thighs, and told him to get busy but not to
rush what he was doing. Bob got into position, not at all happy about it,
but physically excited by his proximity to her body. Then he began the
practice he had avoided all along, hating it but with his excitement
mounting nevertheless. Was it really true that he wouldn't be able to get
any release? Already he felt overcome by his need. What would it be like
later? And if she didn't relent and left him this way for who knew how
long? He licked more spiritedly, eager to please her. She moaned and
wriggled her hips. With occasional instructions, delivered in a husky
passionate voice, she began teaching him to be an expert. After three
climaxes she was deeply satisfied and he was impossibly stimulated.
Morgana observed, "You make a great male lesbian. I may never want to
change you back." He meekly said, "Yes, dear," though that possibility
terrified him.
For bed that evening, she had him dress in a lace teddy of hers. Bob
couldn't stop running his hands up and down its surface. It had always
been one of his favorites to handle when he was masturbating. Now, having
it against his skin was also exciting. He felt himself suddenly attracted
to the idea of wearing the clothes he had cherished. After she turned out
the light he lay next to his desirable wife, wondering what else would
transpire between them, and how much more she might exert her magical power
over him. Bob experienced strange dreams that alternated between first
feeling scared and trapped, but then relaxed and free. He didn't
understand them. The next morning his wife called the office where he
worked and talked to his supervisor. It wasn't clear if she was using her
new witch skills but, by the end of the call, she had arranged for him to
work from home on his computer for the next month and, if it caused no
difficulties, indefinitely. Bob wore a short tight skirt that was black
and a snug sleeveless top of canary yellow. His outfit also included a
wide leather belt with a gold buckle, charcoal grey stockings, and tan
shoes with two inch heels. His wife said she would graduate him to three
inches before long. She had him pull back his hair and taught him to put
it into a bun, saying that he could wear it like that while he was at the
computer.
After he had worked on all of his accounts, Bob was switched to household
chores. She put him into a kitchen apron and a pair of bunny slippers that
she had received as a gift. He felt powerless with his bottom on display
as he dusted, polished and swept. Morgana made a point to sit with a cup
of tea and read, which made clear the difference in their roles. The days
that followed were much the same, but with the addition of a pretty maid's
uniform. He couldn't stop caressing its satiny material and running his
fingers over the fishnet stockings that went with it. His wife began to
call him Barb and use terms like 'good girl' and 'little lady' when
addressing him. He felt himself falling ever deeper into the new identity
she was crafting for him, and was unable to stop his descent. By the end
of a month he was more Barb than Bob. And she had his work-at-home status
extended.
At the six week mark he was feeling quite different about everything.
Being dressed as a female, having his altered physiology, seemed, if not
right, at least familiar. And his love of touching the things he wore only
increased, as did his desire to wear them. One day he approached his wife
shyly and waited for her to acknowledge his presence. When she gave him an
inquiring look and said, "Yes, what is it, Barb?", he paused. Then he
said, in his whispery voice, "Morgana, I want to apologize. I can see now
that before, when I was still Bob, I was selfish and uncaring. I hope you
can forgive me for the way I acted." She didn't need her powers to discern
that he was sincere. Bob honestly wanted to make amends. She nodded,
smiled, and said, "Yes, dear, I do forgive you. But of course our
situation has changed. We know that being Barb has taught you how to
behave and made you more aware of your past faults. I don't know if
changing you back would be wise. But I also want you to be happy and...
satisfied. I'm going to keep you the way you are and think about what
comes next in our relationship. Right now I think a certain sweet Miss has
some of my panties to hand wash." He lowered his eyes and said, "Yes,
dear. I'll get right to it." She told him, "And it's okay for you to
fondle them before they go into the soapy water." He was visibly grateful
as he hurried away on pretty shoes with three inch heels.
Two more weeks passed. Morgana spent some extra time with her friends
Tabitha and Jeanie. One evening Bob could see that she had something on
her mind, something important. Sure enough, after he had served her a
light supper and had a small serving of it for himself, she said, "I've
decided to let you have your penis back, Barb." He put his hands over his
mouth, which made him look like a surprised schoolgirl. Bob was wearing
just a baby doll nighty. Sometimes his wife liked to show him off that
way. He said softly, "Thank you, darling." She told him, "Don't thank me
until after. This won't be quite what you think. Meet me in the bedroom
at eight." With his heart fluttering, he busied himself cleaning up the
dishes and tidying the kitchen. Then he got a shower, brushed out his long
hair and tied it back with a big ribbon, and applied some flowery perfume,
though not too much. He was sometimes astounded by how much more he had
changed, inside, since his apology to Morgana.
Promptly at eight, in a fresh version of the revealing sleepwear, with the
addition of high heeled slippers, he entered the bedroom. His wife was
burning three candles that gave off a mix of intoxicating scents. She
stood by the bed in a short robe, holding a small book that was obviously
quite old. She appeared lost in thought for several minutes and then her
attention shifted to her husband. She motioned to the bed and told him to
sit on the side of the mattress. She laid the book on his lap and spoke
syllables from no language he recognized. A rush of sensation coursed
between his legs. He shuddered. And then everything felt normal again,
except that he experienced that same warm and safe feeling that had been
part of his dreams some nights. Morgana retrieved the book and set it
reverently on the night table. Then she lightly took his wrist and moved
his hand to his crotch. Bob froze. He no longer felt the bump that was
his vestigal penis. Instead there was a mound with a groove running down
its center. He rose slowly, went to the closet, opened the door, and
inspected himself as he had on the first day of his new life. In place of
his diminished genitals was a perfectly formed, smooth vagina. His chest
was dominated by a pair of modest but unmistakable breasts with high, pink
nipples.
He turned to his wife for some explanation and she opened her robe,
exposing a well made, sizable cock and two proud testicles. "That's
right," she said pleasantly. "You're going to get your penis again, but
not the way you imagined. Now lie on your back, Barb, and be a good wife."
Feeling like a virgin on her wedding night, Bob placed himself in the
middle of the mattress. Morgana gently removed his panties before she
assumed the missionary position. She kissed him on the mouth, something
she hadn't done in a long while, and he felt true tenderness and love in
the contact. Her hands roamed over him and he felt wetness between his
parted thighs. Her breasts had not vanished and, as she lay full length
atop him, they pressed against his own. He held her and did nothing to
resist. When she was certain he had relaxed, Morgana pushed herself up and
brought her hips forward. The cock she had given herself, HIS cock, grew
hard and long. After some more foreplay, they were both ready. She
entered him, confidently but carefully. An indescribably wonderful buzz
coursed through his body. She began to move her hips, back and forth,
making love to him. He moaned with pleasure and involuntarily arched his
back. She chuckled and increased her pace. He met each downward thrust
with an upward buck of his pelvis. Their lovemaking went on and on. It
was glorious and they climaxed simultaneously.
After a brief rest, Morgana rolled off him and they lay side by side. She
said into his ear, "I'm going to make that handsome cock that made you feel
so good go away. But I'm not going to leave you with your new pussy unless
you want me to. You can think about it for a week or so before you decide
but I'm leaving it up to you, Barb. Whichever way you choose. I enjoy
living with your female self too much to alter that. But you can have your
dick back, though it will be small, the way I made it. You've reformed and
deserve at least some say in your situation. But there's no rush to make a
decision." He snuggled against her and said, "I don't need any time to
decide. I want to stay exactly as I am right now. What you just did was
marvelous. But I'm much more comfortable being completely Barb, and not at
all Bob. And anytime you want to make my cock -- your cock -- appear and
use it like you just did, well, that would be perfect. And next time..."
He kissed her index finger and then slipped it into his mouth for a moment.
"...next time I'll do something special to show you just how glad I am now
for everything you've done for me. For us."
They kissed. They held onto each other. And then they drifted off to
blissful sleep.
THE END.
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