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Hi guys, long time, no writing. Real life has really intruded on my writing time but I still get to do it now and again. Some questions answered before I start the story- A) I will finish Unchained, I really like that story B) I have tried a dozen times to write a sequel to Teaching 14 Year Old Boys but to no avail. Not saying it will never happen but it probably will never happen. I like the universe set up in this short story and would like to write more about it. The Party Girl Scholarship By Swishy I was desperate when I applied. My parents weren't rich and I lived in the country, at least one hundred and fifty kilometres from the closest university. If I didn't get a scholarship I wouldn't be able to go to university, I would have to stay and work at my parents' empty hotel, earning way below minimum wage, scraping together what I could for my higher education. I'd applied to every single scholarship I could and was passed over every single time. It was like the whole world wanted me to rot in this little town, population 503. "Thank you for your application but..." became my most common read phrase. Nobody wanted to help a middling underachiever study filmmaking at university in the big smoke, which makes sense. The world doesn't need more wannabe filmmakers. But damn it, it was my dream and I was going to ignore all the 'nos' until I found my 'yes'. I remember filling out the form for this particular scholarship. Barton University didn't have a great film studies program but beggars have zero right to be choosers. It was an extremely generous scholarship; full tuition, accommodation, books, everything. So I didn't think I had much chance. It stood out for two reasons. One, there was a question that asked 'Is it possible magic exists in this world?' and two, the essay question was 'What would you do to get this scholarship?' The essay limit was 850 words but I only wrote two, "Absolutely anything." There would definitely be times where I would regret that answer. **** Vice-Dean Claire Pearce slowly slipped her glass of water in front of us. The room was silent, except for the tiny sound of water travelling past lips and into a woman's throat, which is to say pretty silent. She didn't look like the second in charge at a national university, she looked like she fifth person in charge in a 7 person church choir. She looked young, which is to say no older than the nervous first year students in front of her. I wondered if she always looked young. "First off, congratulations. Your entire degree is paid for - Tuition, accommodation, text books. You won't owe us a cent for your entire stay. I think that deserves a round of applause." A quiet, reserved clap went up around the group. We had signed the contracts earlier in the week and this was our induction into this unusual scholarship program. I looked at Benny nervously. He tapped his heels seemingly uncontrollably. It was apparent that he was as nervous as me. All I knew about Benny was the he loved to surf and talk. The ratio of our conversations so far was for every 100 words he said, I said about 23. We had met when we went to sign the contract and we were two of only three guys in the whole program. He was a surfer dude, plain and simple, a surfer dude who wanted his bachelor's degree in Engineering to be exact. He was such a surfer, I was a little surprised that he wore a shirt today. But he seemed really nice so we hung out. There were only three guys and twenty girls in the scholarship program, so we were definitely in the minority. We had signed the contract, there was no way out. I hoped we could be friends. I knew no-one in this entire city. "There's no secret that Barton University is a second tier university but we are striving to make it the best in this country and you will all play a major role in transforming the school into a very desirable place to study." I thought there were going to be a lot more guys in our program. The way it was sold to me was that it would be mostly guys. But girls make more sense, much more sense. Some of the girls were actually pretty cute. In comparison, Benny and I were sacrificing a lot more for this all expenses paid education. "University life is about many different things; learning, of course, but it's also about finding out who you are, becoming a valued member of society and where you come in, fun." A shiver went down my spine. 'Fun'? "You will be the fun part of the university experience, the spark that makes the rest of our students smile, the life of the party. You are Barton Univeristy's Party Girls." I had found out what the catch was when I went to sign the scholarship contract. It sounded insane and impossible. Ms Claire Pearce explained everything quietly and honestly in her office. Then she gave me a few minutes to think about it. I didn't, I just thought about the money. I wish I had thought about it more. Ms Pearce stopped pacing. "Party Girls, let me introduce you to the man who will be helping prepare for your roles." The man who was sitting in the corner of the theatrette stood up. He stood up and immediately freaked me out. He was short, about as tall as the young Ms Pearce, and he wore a mask. It was simple mask like the type the Phantom of the Opera would wear but it was matte black. Otherwise he was dressed like a retired postman. "You can call him The Master and he wields magic." Ms Pearce said plainly as if she had said he was here to fix the lights. The Master gave a half wave and joined Mrs Pearce in front of us. "Of course, he won't be revealing himself but know that he is a very powerful man. I have seen his powers used. He gave me these instructions to read out. We went through a lot of this at the signing of the contracts but it bears repeating." "Girls, as The Master places his hand on your forehead he wants you to think of your crush. It may be the boy next door or a celebrity, like a Leo Dicaprio or some such." It was weird that Ms Pearce's references were so out of date. No Ryan Gosling or Justin Bieber but Leo Dicaprio? Maybe she was older than she looked. "And when you think of your crush, think of what his fantasy girl would look like. Think of her figure, of the size and swell of her breasts, of her wanton looks and sexual appeal." "This will be the girl you will be for the length of your study. Think of her at various parties, having fun, being the focus of attention, seducing guys with her every move. You will become her. This will be an enjoyable experience." That last sentence was something she had said to me in an effort to convince me that this 'scholarship' program was worth joining. "You can picture an ideal version of you if you like. If you prefer, picture someone completely different. I hope you all perused our guide of suggested forms." The guide was about 8 pages of pictures from the internet of girls. They were all very hot and all young, most of them smiling. These were the types of girls they wanted to have on scattered around their campus and in their classrooms. "OK, who wants to go first?" There was a well-deserved trepidation in the air. Who wanted to be transformed into a 'sexy co-ed' for a scholarship first? A mousy but rotund girl at the end of the row slowly raised her hand. "Margot? OK, great," the Vice Dean said through a smile, "Come on down." The short and round girl trundled down in front of everyone, obviously shy of the attention given to her. The Master clad is his mask went to talk to her while Mrs Pearce addressed the rest of us. "I guess we'll just go down the line. So after Margot, it'll be your go Andrea, then you, Melanie and so on." It was impossible not to notice the sheer look of fear plastered all over Margot's face as The Master placed his hand on her forehead. "Now all the magic is doing is allowing your body to make a change, how you look is 100% up to you," Pearce explained as the girl behind her went a weird shade of red. It was not a skin colour I had ever seen before, a full red like the skin of Satan. Margot stood stiff as if her ideal body was made from stone. Benny and I exchanged concerned glances. The Master took his hand off and stood back. Nothing happened. Margot stood red and frozen. The others remained frozen. Had The Master just killed a girl while we all watched? It certainly looked like it. And then, boom. There was no other way of explaining it. It was like watching time lapse footage of a flower blooming. One moment a red but otherwise plain looking short girl stood before us and then a second later she bloomed into a young beautiful woman. She was no longer short, in fact, she was tall, sporting legs that didn't give up without a fight. Margot was the new owner of an ass that would always attract attention wherever it went and a firm if not large bust. One eye was hidden under her mane of long blonde hair but the visible one was blue and big and gorgeous. She let out a half gasp, half scream and stumbled a little. "Wow Margot! You look amazing!" Ms Pearce led the new beauty to a full length mirror at the end of the room and gave her an encouraging shove. The girl took a tentative step towards the mirror, almost scared of her reflection. I studied her face closely, know that I would soon be in her position. She seemed thrilled but also I think I saw a little fear. I wondered how scared I would be. The whole room was silent. We had just witnessed honest to God magic and the world would never be the same. Claire Pearce had promised/threatened real magic when we had signed the contracts but it was impossible to believe her until right now. I suddenly had a million questions for the dowdy 'Master' I had dismissed mere moments ago- What else could he do? How many 'wizards' are there in the world? Could I learn how to perform magic? But 'The Master' wasn't talking at all, let alone spilling all the secrets of the universe. He already had his hand on the forehead of his next patient/victim. Again she turned red and stiff and then, boom! This girl has used her original body as her inspiration and had simply got rid of all her flaws. It was as if all the hours she had spent criticizing her appearance in the mirror was worth it. Her body was now perfect and she was free to enjoy it. She practically ran for the mirror, nudging Margot out of the way as she did. The room's collective stunned silence turned electric and excited. My new friend Benny nudged me out of my stupor. He whispered, "This is insane." It was a perfect summation of the situation. I slowly nodded as the next girl blossomed into another 'Perfect 10'. This one was now short and curvy with a cute smile. She felt her face in wonder as she wandered over to the now crowded mirror. "2 parties a week," Benny muttered, "that's not so bad." Under the contract a 'Barton Party Girl' was expected to 'make an appearance' at 2 parties a week at least. 'Making an appearance' meant having at least 3 drinks and talking to at least 4 other students. We were expected to look our best and dance whenever possible. Being from a small town, I didn't have much party experience. It was a little bit daunting but that wasn't the worst part. "But 40/15... 40/15... 40/15." Benny repeated those numbers over a few times. I knew exactly what he was talking about. Simply put, to make sure Barton University was considered a 'party school' with 'hot, easy girls', a 'Barton Party Girl' was expected to have 40 bouts of sex with at least 15 different member of the male student body. "That's not even three times per student," Ms Pearce had explained when I went to sign the contract, "Once or twice that night and another tumble in the morning before breakfast. Easy done!" Staring at the new nubile bodies of the other scholarship receivers 40/15 was quickly become a stark reality. "It won't be that bad," I said allowed, mainly to me but also to Benny, "Say it lasts 5 minutes? 40 times...That's just two hours." See what a terrible student I am? I couldn't even do simple math right. "She's going to get a sore back with those," Benny remarked at number 5 in line's new boobs. They were pretty impressive and if I wasn't being confronted with the fact that I would soon have my own pair, I would have ogled more intensely. "A-Cups for me," Benny remarked, "A-cups and nice long legs. That type of girl that's really fit, I'm going be her." We had been encouraged to think about the type of girl we wanted to be but the truth is I hadn't. Barton's Party Girl Scholarship was such a weird and secret thing that I had almost convinced myself that it wasn't real, that it was a crazy dream I had after too many rejections. I quickly tried to conjure up a cute girl in my head. I started with A-Cups, and slowly crafted a girl melded together from all the girls I thought were cute but not drop-dead gorgeous from TV and movies. There was no need to be the sexiest woman on the planet when a cute girl next door would do. The line got smaller and there were only 3 people before it was my turn. I had sat on the wrong side and I would be transformed before Benny. But I wasn't the first male. His name was something Rumy, some Greek or other European kid who looked about 15. He was short and had one of those horrible moustaches that he didn't seem to have grown intentionally. It was his turn and I watched him stoically walk to 'The Master'. There was a change in protocol this time as 'The Master' actually talked to his subject. We couldn't hear as he leaned in and whispered into Rumy's ear. Why was Rumy special? Was it was because he was male? I would find out in 2 people time. The wizard's hand was again applied to the forehead and again the victim turned a bright shade of red. I crossed my fingers in hope that they were going to turn the guys into 'Barton Party Boys' but that had already been rejected when I suggested it at the signing. Apparently, the university was trying to reinvigorate their science and math departments and boys were what they were courting. Rumy went stiff. "Here he goes," Benny murmured and before he finished Remy had blossomed. Gone was the weird little European guy and where he stood was one of the sexiest women I had ever had the pleasure to stare at. She reacted differently to the others, she didn't look into the mirror even when ushered over to it. Maybe she glanced at it fleetingly but not for over a second. Rumy just ran her hands through her new curly dark hair, cautiously cupped her new ample chest and then sat quietly in the front row while all the other 'Party Girls' chatted to each other by the mirror. "That guy is going to be beating guys off with a stick," Benny didn't know how to keep a moment quiet, "He's the hottest chick there! That arse in those jeans? Why would he do that to himself?!? The fit Girl-next-door-look for me." The sweat began to drip from my furrowed brow. Despite my silent objections, the line continued to shorten. After Rumy, there was a plain looking Asian girl who became an innocent yet sexy Asian schoolgirl type. The next girl, the girl who was sitting beside me, went up, turned red and blossomed into a slim athletic type. "She copied me!" Benny enthused, "It's OK, I plan on being taller and with darker hair. Hey Liam, it's your turn!" Benny nudged me and I wanted to hit him. I didn't want to do this. I sat still. Maybe they wouldn't see me. Maybe they would move on. "Come on down, Mr. Cross," called out Pearce and the room fell silent, "You're amongst friends here." I stumbled to my feet. I was stuck with no way out. I looked for a way to stall. I felt a lump in my pocket. My phone! I couldn't think of a way my phone could get me out of my contract so I simply handed it to Benny and told him to look after it until 'came back'. He consoled me as if he knew that I was never coming back. I walked to the end of chair and walked down the steps to the two people responsible for this craziness - Claire Pearce and a man known only as 'The Master'. Each step felt like a slowing heartbeat that would kill me when I reached those two. Pearce looked compassionate, almost like she didn't want me to go through with it. Maybe she would cheer if I ran away but probably not. 'The Master' just stared ahead into the middle distance like he was bored. "It'll be OK, Liam," the Vice Dean informed me, "You know what? Out of all the applicants, you impressed me the most. I am so thrilled you're going to be a 'Party Girl'." Her sweet words warmed me and I smiled awkwardly in response. It was 'The Master's turn to talk to me and I saw a flash in his eyes. "Guys always turn into the hottest girls. Not sure why, I guess they know what they want. I'll give you $10 if you turn out hotter than the last guy." Before I could even respond, 'The Master' had whipped out his palm and attached himself to my forehead. I tried to react but it was too late, I was trapped. I felt alone, not like there was no-one else in the room, more like there was no-one else on the planet. I knew where I was, I was trapped in my mind. I looked around at the great empty expanse and wandered if it was my job to fill it. If I pictured things, would things begin to exist? I didn't, I didn't think of anything. Instead, I perfectly stood still. If I thought of girls, I was sure that 'The Master' would seize on those thoughts and transform me and so I didn't think of girls. Or anything. I remained perfectly still. I was an unmoving blip on the vast emptiness of my mind. I wondered if this is what meditating felt like and if it was why do people do it? I was utterly bored but I knew if I started thinking of Jennifer Lawerence I would emerge into the real world with an adorable smile and a couple of C-cups. Time crawled along and I couldn't tell if it had been 15 minutes or 15 days I had spent here. Time probably didn't even mean anything in here anyway. I looked down at my body. Still male, still me. Still overweight, still hairy, still have a wart on my index finger. Time. Went. On. Boredom was killing me. I was stuck inside my own head, afraid to think of anything, afraid of accidently thinking about a sexy girl and having that become my new body. 15 guys, 40 different times. I hurriedly stopped myself about thinking about sex but it was close. I let my mind go blank again. In my mind, my feet hurt. My feet hurt and I felt hungry. I didn't make sense but I knew my defences were failing. I was fighting a losing battle, I couldn't remain in my mind forever and there was only one way out. I directed my mind to think of 'female' but I was cautious. 'Female', that's what I thought about, female the concept. I made sure I didn't think of 'big boobs jiggling' I felt a giant hand reach out and grab me. I felt his invisible fingers squeeze me tightly around my ribs. I winced as the hand yanked me out of my personal purgatory and hurtled me back into the real world. My lungs took a deep intake of breath as if a big bucket of freezing cold water was just dumped on me. I was back in the lecture hall, back in front of everyone. My feet gave way and I stumbled back a few steps. I didn't feel any different but everyone was looking at me. "What happened?" the Vice-Dean demanded an answer as she stared at me, "It's been 20 minutes. Why didn't it work?" "He was resisting it. But I assure you, it did work." I looked down at myself. In addition to not feeling different, I didn't look different either. "What's going on?" My voice remained unchanged. The Master looked me up and down. "You were doing everything you could to resist the change! I had to search your mind for 20 minutes just trying to find something! You were supposed picture the woman you were going to become!" he was spitting in my face and through the mask I couldn't look away from his angry, angry eyes. He took his hand and forcibly cupped my crotch between my legs. "You're still female where it counts, aren't you?" he lifted his index finger and dragged along where my cock should be. There was no cock there. Nor was there any trace of balls. The second The Master's hand had left my crotch my hand shot down there. I felt... I wasn't sure what I felt. There was a slight mound. I deduced that I now owned a vagina. I cringed. "What? Mr. Cross is female now?" asked Pearce. She stared at me like I was now a freak, which I sort of was. I shifted nervously while they deliberated about me. "Yes but she's certainly not a looker. I say we leave her like this," The Master replied. I knew I didn't want to remain like this if I could. Claire wasn't happy with the suggestion, "No, we can't! Try again, would you please?" "OK, OK, OK. The customer is always right. Luckily," he produced a small pouch, "I brought this for such an occasion." Menacingly, he approached, pinching a small amount of dust from the pouch and blowing it in my face. Within an instance I felt my cock grow rock hard and the slamming of my forehead by The Master's hand. My mind was not empty at all this time. It was full, a twisted pile of writhing bodies. I stood among them staring in disbelief. I was standing right in the middle of orgy. Beautiful women and handsome men as far as the eye could see were enjoying their bodies. Every position was being tried, every act happening. I was the odd one out - the only person not having mind blowing sex. "Hey you," called out a voice. I spun around to see who was talking and I came face to face with her. She was the most perfect girl I had ever seen. "Hi," she tittered and waved at me. I couldn't believe she would acknowledge me, even in my head she was way out of my league. Her big blue eyes sparkled with a heady mix of innocence and lust. Her lips hung slightly apart as if she was about to whisper something dirty. Her blonde hair flowed down past her shoulders down to parts unknown. Her face was angelic and her body was where dirty thoughts were born. Tiny waist, round hip, a flat stomach and even though her feet were together her thighs didn't touch. Her breasts were incredible, full, large and perfectly formed and topped with perfectly sized pink nipples. She looked like what Pamela Anderson wished she look like. "Checking me out, are you?" she asked. I nodded. "Well, go ahead! Oh, check out my butt too!" She excitedly spun around to show me her derriere. It was perfect. The type of perfection that only a rare combination of perfect genes mixed with a perfect diet and perfect exercise regime could create. She wiggled it and spun back around. "Pretty nice, huh?" She was proud. "Perfect," was all that I could say. She smiled and started walking towards me. "So you and me?" Her walk was more of a saunter. The way her hips rolled with each step was undeniably sexy. "Together?" I nodded again. Her impressive boobs bounced slightly as she wound her way through the piles of copulating people around her. "This is going to be fun." "What's your name?" I asked sheepishly. "Call me Naomi." "Naomi," I repeated. "You've got it," she teased, "That wasn't too hard!" She was now right upon me and even though she was at least 5 inches shorter than me, I felt dwarfed by her. She reached out with her dainty arm and gently took my arm. Then she squeezed it, hard. I didn't even have time to react when she shouted at the top of her lungs, "NOW!" her voice echoes throughout the orgy and into the sky. I felt a tugging feeling, like last time I was stuck in my head. I would be in the real world soon and I knew exactly what I was going to look like. I was going to look like the perfect 'Party Girl'. I was going to have big tits, blonde hair, a tiny waist and a shapely butt. The Master was going to owe me $10. The sounds of the real world greeted my first as my vision began to fade in. There was first a collective gasp, followed by a round of applause. I assumed that I was the cause of this. My eyesight returned and I was staring into cleavage. Deep cleavage. My deep cleavage. I was now clad in a tight little 'Barton University' tank top. The words 'Barton University' were being stretched and warped by the sheer size of my new boobs, so that was either bad advertising or good advertising for the school. "There! Isn't that much better?" whispered The Master. I just stared back in amazement. He could wield some powerful magic and instead to ending wars he uses it to turn me into the hottest girl I have ever seen. "Oh, by the way, that powder has a bit of a kick to it," he chuckled in a way that didn't make me feel good, "A long, long lasting kick." I gasped. "Let's just say that you won't need to worry about making your quota. You'll easily make your quota. That'll teach you for making me waste so much time and magic on you, you little slut!" I went to defend or explain myself but he had already left. His warning made me cold and hot at the same time. The Master turned to Ms Pearce, "This one has tired me out. I need about an hour off. Can you guys move lunch up?" "Yes, of course. You go and take some time for yourself," Claire smiled sweetly at the masked man. It was the smile of someone who really cared about the other person. I wondered if the Vice-Dean cared about me or if I was just a sexy advertisement for her school. She raised her voice, "OK guys, we're about half way through the transformations so we're going to have some lunch now. We've set up some lunches for you guys at the canteen. Then after lunch we'll finish off the transformations, show you your accommodation, measure you and distribute clothes and then you've got the night to yourselves. Follow me." Benny practically threw himself over rows of chairs to get to me. "Whoa Liam! Are you OK?" Was I OK? I had been in my new form for about a minute. I hadn't moved, I hadn't talked. My whole life had just changed and I didn't know how to react. I wiggled my fingers, just to see if I could control them. I could. I guess I was OK. I looked into Benny's green eyes and spoke my first words, "I guess you call me Naomi now." Damn, my voice was sexy. "You sure? You don't have to. I don't mind calling you by..." "Nah, Naomi's fine," I shrugged, "It suits the body more than 'Liam' does." I ran my hands down my sides, riding the waves of my curves. My waist was tiny and my hips weren't. I was no longer straight up and down. "You turned into the hottest girl in the group," Benny confirmed my fears, "Hottest by a huge margin." "I didn't mean to," I lamented, "That guy used some more magic on me..." "The powder? Yeah, I saw," Benny interjected, "What did it to you?" "Well, my mind was blank the first time, that's why he had trouble changing me but with the powder, all I could think about was sex. And viola," I gestured to the personification of sex I had become. Benny looked at my body and couldn't disguise the lust, I was worried that I would get that look a lot from guys. "But I think it's going to have some side effects," I mumbled to myself. "Are you OK to walk now? We might get lost if we don't follow the group," Benny headed towards the exit as the last of the scholarship recipients were leaving. I followed suit, catching up with Benny. I had to shorten my stride as upon taking my first steps as Naomi I discovered I was wearing a little black skirt. Great! Why couldn't I be wearing jeans or shorts like the rest of the 'Party Girls'? The sensation of having my nipples so far away from me was weird. They now sat atop mountains of soft but firm flesh. I must have not wished for a bra because they were free to bounce along with each step I took. Bouncing was unsettling and as a busty girl I would have to get used to it. But at that moment I was fed up so I reached up to hold each breast to stem the unwanted bouncing. "You are right, Benny. Stick with small boobs!" "Yeah, you didn't listen to me on that." I could tell from the way Benny looked at me and I was being ogled. If his gaze turned into a pair of hands my tits and ass would be tightly squeezed. But I couldn't blame him this body was formed out of pure lust and if I was to keep my lucrative scholarship the guys would have to want to do a lot more than just look at me. I felt a simultaneous shudder and tingle. "Hey, here's your phone back," Benny said as he handed me back my phone. I grasped it with my smaller, daintier hand and went to put it in my pocket. My skirt had no pocket, my top had no pockets. The only thing resembling a storage space was the gap between my boobs and there was no way I jamming my phone down there. "Can you keep it your pocket for now?" I asked as I handed it back. He nodded and took it back. The canteen had two tables set up with red 'Barton Unidersity' lunch boxes all set up for us. Great! A lunch box to match my tank top! This scholarship was already paying off. The newly transformed seem to all sit on one table while the rest of the scholarship students at on the other table. To me it looked like a before and after of a line of makeup and good genes and tight clothes. I didn't want to be separated from my only friend so I grabbed two lunch boxes and pointed to a small table with two chairs. "Come on Ben, over there." A can of lemonade, an apple, a chicken salad sandwich and a tiny packet of gummi bears. That was our lunch. A rather simple meal for someone who had just sacrificed their penis but I didn't complain. Last time I put up a fight they threw magical horny dust all over me. Speaking of which, I picked up Benny's scent as he brushed past me and I liked it, a lot. In fact, I watched his arms as he sat down and marvelled at the thrill his muscles gave me. I bit my bottom lip. "Mmmm... lunch," I inanely told him, trying to hide my new found lust. I struggled opening my can of lemonade with my longer fingernails but luckily my knight in shining armour (well a grey v-neck t-shirt) came to my rescue. "Thanks," I sighed, "I guess guys are going to be willing to do stuff for us a lot from now on, huh?" Most guys would do anything for a pretty face and I certainly had one of those. I also had a perfect butt and an epic bust. "Well, luckily for me I have a one hour stay of execution to enjoy everything about being a guy," Benny said as he bit into his apple. "That's enough time for you to go to the bathroom for a wank," I joked. It sounded particularly dirty coming out of my new high pitched voice. My mind then flickered to an image of a shirtless Benny stroking his thick, hard cock. I liked the thought. Then hated it. Then I tried to think of something else. I ripped open the Gummi Bears packet with my perfect white teeth. "Already told myself that I had my last one last night," Benny laughed, "But I'm sure girls can enjoy self-pleasure too." "And we'll be guys again soon," I sighed as I twisted a lock of my new blonde hair between two of my new fingers, "Just 3 years." Benny sipped his lemonade and put the length of time a different way. "Just 120 bouts of sex with a least 45 different guys." The full price of our scholarship was staggering when you considered the total sum. Of course, Ms Pearce had told us that down the line she would allow a few of us to play the role of devoted girlfriend instead of 'party girl' and that next year the quota would probably change after studying how things go this year but the sum total would probably be around the same. I leaned over the table, not caring about the copious amounts of boobs I was flashing. "Hey, can I be super honest with you?" I whispered. "Yeah, yes, of course. As far as I am concerned you're the closest friend in this whole crazy mess," he gripped my wrist in an assuring way. "Well," I began and then blushed, "Well...I'm pretty sure this is mostly that magic powder talking but..." I looked around to the room to check that no-one was listening, "The idea of having that much sex excites me." I quickly looked down, ashamed of what had just come out of my mouth. "Shit! I sound like such a slut!" I chastised myself as I busied myself by unwrapping my sandwich. I didn't really want it but needed something to do avoid looking at Benny. "Hey Liam! Don't be so down on yourself, OK? We just found out that magic is real and for the last 15 minutes you've been a Playboy model. Today is pretty insane. Don't be ashamed of how you feel. At all, OK?" "OK," I muttered. "It must be pretty crazy to be in that body, huh?" "It is fucking insane! I'm suddenly shorter and full of energy and female! I didn't actually think we would be turned into girls. It's impossible, right?" I knew the answer was 'no' because I sat there as Naomi, the blonde goddess when just an hour ago I was Liam, the chubby tall guy from the country. "It's impossible but it's real, man! I mean I watched you change. And I'm going to change too!" he looked down reticently at his body, "We're both going to be girls for three years. We're going to have to stick together, be best friends, help each other out. Right?" "Absolutely!" I smiled. It felt good having someone on my side, especially someone with strong manly arms, broad powerful shoulders and a nice lopsided smile. I gingerly held out my little finger, "Pinkie promise?" Benny laughed and linked his finger to mine. "Pinkie promise," he looked into my eyes and a little bit of me fell in love. Not a big piece but substantial enough to scare me a little. "Look at us, acting like girls already." "I have to go to the bathroom but I'm going be back soon," I smiled at my new friend as I removed myself from the table. I felt his eyes on my butt as I walked away, what were friends for if not to check you out constantly? My need to go the bathroom was not bowel related but more out of sheer curiosity. Not curiosity about women's bathrooms, I could imagine what they looked like, but I had only seen my reflection for a few seconds. I approached the mirror in the bathroom slowly and my reflection did the same. "Three years," I muttered to myself while I contemplated my future. I was going to see this face in the mirror every day for the next three years. I really did look spectacular. I couldn't find a flaw in my face, I looked like a model but after the photoshopping. The body was not made for fashion modelling though, my body was made for fucking. A tingle ran through my body as I thought about the sex. This body seemed to like sex as much as sex loved this body. "What the fuck have I got myself into?" I sighed. I stood in profile and was shocked at the severity of my curves. "Now those are some big tits," I gasped in amazement. My butt was certainly round and prominent but it was my breasts that were the real highlight. I cautiously lifted up my tank top, the tight soft cotton rubbing against my soft new skin. The fleshy orbs that were now part of me wobbled as I tugged the top upwards. I revealed two prominent nipples that sat perky on top of each breast. The busty blonde in the mirror was a vision. She looked like a wet dream came to life. "Wow," I said softly. I looked past my boobs. My stomach was perfectly flat and I felt guilty that I did nothing to earn it. Below my tummy was the top of my black skirt. I was dressed like the perfect 'party girl' because the skirt was clingy and tiny. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and lowered the skirt. Skin, skin, skin, skin. If I was 'natural' there would have been the beginnings of pubic hair but I wasn't surprised by lack of hair. The skirt lowered further and I was presented with my mound. 'Naomi' didn't have single hair down there. I took a breath and finally took down the skirt far enough. A pussy. I had a pussy. "Fuck me," I said, again softly. "Hi, sorry," another beautiful woman appeared in the mirror. I panicked and pulled my skirt, leaving my tits exposed. She laughed. She was tall, like 6 foot something and she had beautiful long brown hair. I remembered her from the transformations but not her name. "When we saw you come in here we all guessed it was to check out your body. It must be weird to change sex, huh?" "The weirdest," I confirmed as I pulled my tank top over my boobs. She joined me checking herself out in the mirror, "Well, don't worry. I've been a girl all my life. It's not that hard." I politely laugh. "But then again I've never been this hot before!" "You're damn pretty hot," I gushed to my new taller friend. "You're hotter," she retorted as she headed into a stall, "Hottest girl so far. Love the size and shape of your boobs!" "Umm... thanks." There was a gap in the conversation and then I heard the sound of the stream of urine landing in the porcelain bowl. I now needed to sit to pee too. "How big are they? If you don't mind me asking." "My breasts? Dunno. Massive? Double Massive?" I joked. I pulled my top back down over my pink nipples and down as far as it would go, just above my belly button. "I tell you when I get fitted for a bra." The toilet flushed and out stepped the girl, as perfect looking as when she came in. "OK, deal. I'm Chelsea by the way." She offered a hand for me to shake and I reached up to accept. "Naomi. You're so tall!" I marvelled. "I know. Isn't it great?" Chelsea hugged herself warmly as if she was her own best friend and left the toilet. I followed, like a baby giraffe following her mother. "Your friend is so cute!" Chelsea gestured at Benny, "It's a legitimate shame he's going to be a 'party girl'!" With that she went and joined the other transformees back at the table. I laughed. Benny would probably find her comment funny, I thought to myself as walked back to the table. I stared at Benny, the last male 'party girl' and smiled at the fact that the other girls found him cute. I was glad it wasn't just me and the powder. I brushed a strand of hair behind my ear and approached my friend, Benny. I sat quietly for a second and inwardly debated my next move. "Benny?" I half-whispered, my new voice taking on a more innocent tone. "Yeah?" "Do you want to find some place quiet and fuck me?" "Oh God yes." I am sure the rest of scholarship winners heard the simultaneous sounds of both our chairs scraping on the linoleum as we both got up to leave. The quaint lunch boxes were left behind as we headed for the nearest exit. We headed away from the lecture room where The Master practised his magic into uncharted territory. My new boobs, unburdened by the constraints of a bra, were bouncing as we sped through the halls. These were now my boobs and I would make sure to don the proper support before tearing through the halls. "Thanks for doing this," I confided in my new friend, "I just feel so damn horny! You can't even imagine!" My whole body coursed with a need. "No, thank you. What a way to go out! I get to make love to the hottest girl I have ever seen." I stopped suddenly and so did Benny. I had something to clear up. "Hey, we're a not going to 'make love'," I informed him, "I do not need to be made love to. I need to be fucked, is that OK? Are you able to do that for me?" My hand under its own control shot out and began to rub his crotch through his jeans. I wasn't an expert at rubbing guys' crotches but I was almost certain that he was incredibly hard. "I can fuck you, Naomi," he said proudly. "In here," I said as I flung him into an open room. It was the student union gym. Not the flashiest of gyms but it had half a dozen treadmills, a few stationary bikes and a most of the other machinery you'd find in a gym. It was obvious to all who looked at me but I was not one for gyms as a male. As horny female, the gym was perfect because of two things- gym mats to fuck on and mirrors to look at. As soon as the door closed we went to work. His shirt, tight as it may be, had to go. I yanked it over his head in a move best described at 'urgent but clumsy'. As he stood back up I came to a realisation, "Oh wow! This feels so strange! I find your body so hot!" It shocked me a little but there was some attraction mixed in with my horniness. Not only was I compelled to have sex but I also could admire a man's body in the same way a heterosexual woman does. Benny's body wasn't perfect- his six-pack only had four showing, his posture could be better and his chest hair was weirdly patchy but I still really enjoyed the view. "Mmmm, look at you!" I purred as I ran my hands over his pecs. "Guys are so sexy!" My new sexuality surprised me. "You are so sexy!" replied Benny. He was right, my body was designed by sexy thoughts. I tore myself from his body and tugged my red tank top over my head. The epicness that are my breasts swung gently, seemingly happy with their freedom. Benny seemed transfixed. I may have had them for less than an hour but I knew the power they wielded. They were perky and they could control the world. I rubbed them because I liked the way they felt. A throaty moan escaped my lips. I slid my skirt down and once it got over my round hips it fluttered to the floor. I was naked, except for my pair of sandals which wouldn't get in the way of a good fuck. I strolled up to Benny and let my desire for him be known. I didn't kiss him, that seemed too intimate but I did tug on his shorts. "Fuck me," I purred, "I want it. I need it." It wasn't romantic but it was honest. The shorts were removed as were the underwear and two naked people stood in the Barton University Student Union Gym. I rubbed the precious folds of my pussy and felt how incredibly wet I was. I wanted this more than even I knew. Then I reached out and touched a man's erect cock. "This feels good, this feels right," I reassured myself. I slowly and surely started stroking Benny's cock. It felt good in my hand and I felt sexy. My other hand, under its own orders, started to gently pinch and pull on my nipple. I let out a lustful moan. "You are so hot, Naomi!" cried Benny as he enjoyed my stroking efforts, he then buried his head between my tits, nibbling and sucking as he slowly got out. "You are so hard. I need that inside me, Benny, stick it in me!" I slid down onto my knee and then on all fours, ready to be mounted. Benny got down behind me and nudged his fully ready cock at my wet, pink pussy. And then, there on the floor of the Student Union Gym of Barton University, I lost my virginity again. This time to a man named Benny something who found me more attractive than any girl had ever found me. It was a weird kind of thrilling to be considered to be so sexy. I am not sure, and will never be, how much of the magic powder influenced the amount of pleasure I received while fucking, but it is telling that I knew I was addicted from the first time Benny pushed his thick rod into my waiting, wet pussy. "Ahhh!" I gasped, "Yesssss!" I thumped my fist on the gym matt in victory as he pushed his cock inside me for a second time. My pussy welcomed him inside me. It was so tight and wet and it could tell Benny was loving from the intensity of his thrusts. "Naomi!" he grunted. "I love it. I love it. I love it!" I cried out. I had never meant word as much as I meant those and I had never felt as sensation that strong, good or bad, before. He gripped me by my hips and pulled me towards him with each thrust. If this is what the female experience was I never wanted to be male ever again. Hell, I didn't even want Benny's cock to leave my pussy. I bit my lip and pushed through the pleasure. "Benny, don't stop!" I moaned. I closed my eyes and felt the joy of bliss. This wasn't just sex but a transformative event. Maybe even more than the transformation. I was giving myself wholly over to my new gender. Each thrust was sending femininity coursing through my core. Liam was giving in and Naomi was taking hold. The skin that an hour an ago felt so weird to me now tingled with pure pleasure. "I'm a girl!" I suddenly gasped, "I'm a bad girl!" "You are!" Benny growled. If he was thinking about his upcoming transformation he must have pushed it to the back of his mind. My first orgasm as a girl took me by surprise. I didn't know what to expect the signs so I was shocked when a thrust sent me careening into an orgasm. I dug my new long nails into the mat and pretty much screamed. "Are you OK?" asked my shocked partner. "Don't stop! I'm coming!" I moaned through clenched teeth. He complied and pounded my sex with detirmination. My whole body pulsed with pleasure, even my hair felt electric. The pleasure came in waves washing over my amazing body and I tried to savour the feelings. I took a breath, it was short and rattled as if I had just been electrocuted. Benny stopped, almost as if he was jealous. "That was... fucking majestic," I purred, trying to find the right words. "Better?" he asked. "Oh yeah!" We lingered for a second. A broad surfer type and a blonde Playboy model type, both naked, her on all fours, his hard cock deep inside her wet and warm pussy. "Can you keep going?" I felt the mechanism start up again as he slowly began to slide out of me. "Yes I can." I moaned at the feeling of sweet, sweet friction. "Can I be on top?" I asked. "Yes, very yes," he stammered as he withdrew from my pussy. Immediately I felt empty and wanted Benny to plunge himself back inside me. The Naomi part of me was certainly in control as I leapt to my feet and started tugging on my nipples. I had never felt so aroused in my entire life. I couldn't even think about how worrying it was to be this horny, all I could think about was sex. "Lay down on the mat," I instructed. Being a good boy, Benny complied and fast. While the rest of him was horizontal, his erect cock boldly rebelled by sticking straight up. It was not the biggest cock I had ever seen, thanks to my healthy male libido and internet access but it felt incredible inside me. I glided down onto my knees, straddling my man. I wrapped one of my hands around his lovely cock and gently stroked which he seemed to enjoy. I felt in control and I loved it. I shuffled into position, my wet and ready pussy hovering just millimetres above his hardness. I hesitated only slightly before impaling myself on his penis and deeply as I could. I threw back my head and moaned loudly, my long blonde locks crashing around me. I was very new at being a woman on top but I quickly found a speed and level of bounce I liked. I marvelled at the amount of bouncing my new tits did, always a spilt second behind the rest of my body. "Oh fuck!" I moaned as I enjoyed myself. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" My body liked it fast and intense and I found myself bouncing on Benny's cock with wild abandon. This time I felt the orgasm coming. I gripped my tits tightly and made some part of high pitch noise. "I'm gonna come!" Benny cried out. "Come inside me!" Even I was surprised that I said that. 'Party Girls' couldn't get pregnant or STIs so condoms weren't required attire which suited me just fine. I felt the man underneath me tense up as he shot his load deep inside me. It was quite the farewell to Benny's penis. Meanwhile the welcoming of my pussy was going amazingly, I came hard all the while moaning like a mad person. "Yes! Yes! Fuck yes! That is good, so fucking good!" I unmounted him and basked in the feelings I were feeling. I hugged my body much in the same way as Chelsea had done earlier. Sex for me now was a life altering experience and I could have as much sex as my hot little hands could grab. I was going to smash that quota no problem. I felt a dribble of semen trickle down my thigh as I reached for my skirt and instead of grossing me out it turned me on. "Hey, is that clock right?" Benny asked me as he gestured to a clock on the wall. Our little bout of sex had taken longer than I thought and lunch was probably over. "I think so," I surmised, "We better go!" I reach over and pulled my top over my impossibly perky tits. Benny got dressed fast, hiding is hot body from me once more. I guessed he didn't want to be punished like I was for wasting time, although I was finding it hard to consider my punishment as a bad thing at the moment. "That was so hot," Benny gushed as he pulled on his cargo shorts. "You are going to make a lot of guys very happy!" I beamed at the compliment. It felt like this body was wired to crave men's approval. We exited the gym together, my hair a wild blonde testament to our wild fucking. I tried to keep up with Benny's quick pace and my boobs tried to keep up with me. "You go without me," I offered, "I can't keep up and they can't punish me anymore today." "You sure?" He stopped briefly. "Yeah, of course," I waved him on, my long nails glinting in the light. I shouted down the hall after him, "And remember: A-cups!" He laughed and leapt away like a gazelle trying to escape a lion. I kept up a pace that kept jiggling to an acceptable level. Later in the day when clothes were going to be handed out I would make sure that I got as many bras as they would allow. I wished I wasn't such a fan of large breasts so that I wasn't the new owner of my own large breasts. The cafeteria was empty when I walked through it. Empty, except for the two lunch boxes Benny and I had left behind. I didn't bother grabbing them and kept going towards the lecture hall where The Master would be ready to perform his magic once again. My nipples were still hard and made themselves known through the cotton of the top. I looked like sex. This would be my life for the next few years. I hope that I would be able to focus on studying as well, since this was why I sacrificed my gender in the first place. If I failed I might be stuck in this body even longer, a giddy tingle shot through me. I elbowed the door open and did my best to creep into the hall. I heard "Late, are we Miss Naomi?" "Sorry Miss Pearce," I half whispered, aware of all the eyes on me. "That's OK. I was just explaining that you couldn't get through lunch without exploring your body with the help of Mr Larter." Benny Larter stood beside her, looking awkward. I nervously shifted on my feet. "How? Oh...sorry...It's just that..." I felt a tiny droplet of Benny's ejaculation drip down my thigh and felt more guilty than I ever had in my entire life. "Nothing to be ashamed of, Naomi. I like your enthusiasm. We're proud of how fast you're taking to the role. You're going to make a great 'Party Girl'," Claire Pearce pushed a strand of black hair behind her small ear, "Did you like it? Be honest." The room was silent. They all wanted to hear the answer. "Yes," I squeaked. "I bet you did. Now sit that perfect butt of yours down, it's Mr Larter's turn." I did as I was told, sitting by myself at the end of a row. I clamped my legs together and cocked them to one side in a feminine way. Wearing a skirt there wasn't much options. Benny looked brave in the face of The Master. I smiled nervously at him and he smiled back. I was about to lose a sex partner and once again gain a same sex friend. I tried to picture the girl Benny would become, he had described her so specifically that it wasn't hard- fit, flexible, pretty but not stunning and with a flat chest. It was a good plan. I didn't have a plan and that led to me looking like a walking wet dream thinking like one too. Even in a tense moment like this a piece of me still wanted sex. The Master, silent as always, approached Benny and placed is hand on his forehead. Like the rest of us Benny went stiff and started turning red. It happened fast, much faster than me, easily the fastest of the group so far. He had a strong mind and must have had that fit and flat image already to go. Within 20 seconds he has ready to transform. I sat on the edge of my seat, eager to see what my new friend would look like. I held my breath and waited. And then suddenly, the broad shouldered surfer was gone and was replaced by the girl he would be for at least the next three years. The assembled women gasped, I was stunned. The new girl brought her hands up to her face, stunned herself at the transformation. She then moved her hands to touch her new breasts. They were definitely not A-cups. They were full, they were round, they looked like my pair. I would go so far as to say that they were identical to mine. Not just Benny's breasts but her waist, and her hair and her lips, and her eyes. Vice Dean Pearce was thrilled. "Perfect! Just what the Barton's Party Girls need! Sexy identical twins!" Benny opened her perfect mouth in surprise. We were identical! She was wearing sneakers, jeans and a snug tee but apart from the clothes we were the same girl. I had obviously had some effect of his thoughts. I jumped up and joined her. "Benny!" I squealed. "I tried to think of A-cups but I had you on my mind," she gasped, still shocked. "Sorry," I said, "It's my fault. I'm so damn hot!" She laughed and I saw the same smile that I was wearing reflected back at me. "I guess we've got no choice but to be best friends now, huh sis?" "You got that right. Liam and Benny!" She put her hand on my shoulder as we walked back to our seats so that The Master could continue. "Naomi and Hannah." THE END If you read this far, leave a review. It won't kill you. Otherwise send me an email [email protected]