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Blessed by Death
Jack and I were both fighting for the same promotion at the oil company.
The boss was looking for a new manager and I believed I was the best man
for the job. Yes, Jack was a capable worker, but he was no leader. He
was only 26 which meant that he had little experience not to mention
that he was hotheaded and often acted on impulse.
One day as I was fixing some equipment, Jack walked up behind me and hit
me in the head with a crow bar. He dragged my unconscious body under a
sewer tunnel and began pouring a strange pink substance on me. The acid
appeared to eat away at my flesh. Smirking, Jack turned around and left
me to die.
When news of my disappearance came out, the number one suspect was my
ex-wife Janine. No one suspected for a second that Jack was the one who
"murdered" me. But regardless, since my body was missing and there was
no physical evidence to convict anybody, the crime was left unsolved.
It was about two weeks later when I awoke. Something felt different and
it wasn't the sewer sludge flowing against my skin. I groaned as I tried
to get up. There was a strange weight on my chest. I looked down and to
my surprise I saw two perfect round breasts jutting out from my torso.
"What the fuck!" I yelled, my voice now a mellifluous contralto.
I pulled myself up noticing the new proportions of my body. My waist was
smaller and my abs were impossibly flat. My hips were much wider and my
legs had thinned into shapely pins. I could feel soft hair tickling my
back and there was a distinct emptiness in my crotch. Somehow, I had
turned into a girl!
Don't panic, I thought to myself. I was lucky to be alive. I just needed
to figure out where I was and how I was going to get out of here. I
limped towards the light peaking out the end of the tunnel. It led to a
poorly lit street.
I knocked on some doors but people generally avoided me as I was covered
in sewage and smelled like garbage. Eventually, I found a nice man named
Peter that was kind enough to take me in. He offered me a clean pair of
clothes and even allowed me to use the shower.
I felt refreshed when I finally cleaned off all the muck from the body.
I could see my lightly tanned skin more clearly. It was completely
hairless and simply glowed with youth. I moved in front of the mirror to
see what my face now looked like.
The girl in the mirror looked to be about 19 years old, almost 20 years
my junior. She had beautiful long auburn hair that framed her heart
shaped face perfectly. She had two large bewitching green eyes and
kissable red lips. Her nose was slim and slightly upturned and her
cheekbones were high and elegant.
She was the most gorgeous girl I had ever seen, like an angel come to
earth, gracing me just by her very presence. Then I realized I was the
girl in the mirror. It all felt so surreal. I pinched myself to make
sure I wasn't dreaming but my lovely reflection stayed the same.
I put on the clothes given to me trying to ignore my new appearance.
Things like this weren't supposed to be possible. I guessed I was
thankful for gaining back so many years, but what was I supposed to do
now? I didn't officially exist, and I didn't have a nickel to my name.
Speaking of which, I didn't even know what to call myself anymore. I
decided on the name Jane since I couldn't think of anything better. It
was simple and made sense considering my circumstances.
Peter couldn't believe what he saw when I walked out of the bathroom.
When I walked in I looked like a smelly vagrant, but now I looked like a
runway super model. He was ogling my bountiful breasts unscrupulously
and I could see a defined tent in his pants.
"Hello," I muttered, "my eyes are up here."
"Sorry," Peter blushed, "I just couldn't help but notice how beautiful
you are."
"Well, please snap out of it," I grimaced, "it's bothering me."
"Yeah, of course," Peter exclaimed, "I don't know what's come over me.
I'm usually a lot better with my guests."
"I understand," I sighed knowing how attractive I looked. "Do you have
something to eat? I'm starving."
"I cooked some mac and cheese," Peter answered. "It's sitting in the
kitchen."
"Sounds good," I lied not wanting to be impolite to my host.
"Great," Peter grinned as he opened the kitchen door. "Come on in."
I walked to take my seat. In the corner of my eye I could see him
staring at my ass. What a pervert, I thought. Then again, I would have
done the same, if I saw a girl that looked like me just prancing about.
He sat across from me and smiled dopily.
"So, what's a girl as pretty as you doing in a place like this?" Peter
asked.
"Look I appreciate the help," I managed a smile, "but I don't need you
nosing around my business."
"Are you some sort of prostitute or something?" Peter continued ignoring
me, "Cause I could really use some relief right now if you know what I
mean."
"Listen old man," I chided, "I may be desperate, but I'm not just some
hole for you to put your dick in."
"Uhh sorry," Peter frowned as he shook his head, "I'm not really acting
like myself."
"I think I'm going to leave now," I frowned as I gave him a suspicious
glare.
"No, please," he crawled up next to me, "I'll do anything."
"Okay, why don't you give me 500 dollars?" I joked.
"Sure," he answered as he rummaged through his pocket and handed me all
the cash in his wallet.
"Uhh, thanks?" I shrugged. He was looking at me with pure adoration
almost like I was a goddess. His eyes seemed to be hypnotized inside
mine. I grinned wondering what else I could make him do.
"Can you dance like a chicken?" I asked sweetly as I twirled my hair.
To my surprise, he did just like I asked. It was a bit amusing watching
a 40 year old flap his arms around like a kid.
"Okay Peter, you can stop," I laughed. "Can I ask you one more favor?"
"Anything," he smiled as he kneeled in front of me.
"I need you to get me a new identity," I brushed his face with my finger
tips, "Can you do that for me, Peter?"
"Yeah," he answered devotedly, "I know some people. I just need to make
some calls."
"Thanks dear," I laughed as I gave him a good slap on his ass. He walked
awkwardly out of the kitchen and back to his office.
Shrugging, I finished my food and walked back to the bathroom to freshen
up. My reflection was still that of a lovely young woman. I looked at my
stunning green eyes feeling the bewitching power behind its innocence. I
knew that any man who looked too long would invariably fall under my
spell. Then there were my breasts, round, succulent, and more perfect
than a mid-autumn rose.
I licked my sexy lips watching in fascination as my reflection did the
same. I could feel my pussy begin to grow moist and my breasts begin to
harden and perk up. Curious of my new sex, I moved my slender hand
underneath my jeans. Slowly and methodically, I began to slowly stroke
my clitoris with my hand as my other hand rubbed my breasts.
Watching an attractive girl masturbate herself was more than I could
take. My hips began to buckle as my pussy clenched hard on my fingers. I
felt sweat beads fall down my face. My eyes began to roll up in my head
as waves of pleasure flowed through my veins. I moaned loudly in my
first female orgasm not really caring if anyone heard. It was more
incredible than anything I had ever experienced.
Feeling a bit tired, I decided to go to bed.
The next morning I woke up with hair in my mouth. I knew immediately
that I was still a girl. Oddly enough, I wasn't too sad about it. I had
just had the best night of sleep since I was a child. My body was
positively beaming with energy.
There was a moist spot in my blanket and I immediately knew I had a wet
dream. I was still feeling horny somehow. My female libido was much
higher than my former male one. I cupped my breasts enjoying their
comfortable weight and gave a throaty moan. My creamy skin perked up
like a thousand mini-erections. When I was done touching myself, I got
out of bed and put on some clothes.
I couldn't help but look at myself in the mirror again. As a man, I
would have gone to hell and back, just to sneak a glance at this girl,
and now I could stare at her to my heart's content. I struck a sexy posy
admiring my hourglass figure and feminine grace.
Peter had prepared breakfast for me. It was some French toast and a cup
of milk. I thanked him for being so thoughtful. Then, he told me that he
had to take my picture for my new identity. I agreed and after about
half an hour he gave me my new papers. He asked me to stay, but I told
him that I had some unfinished business to take care off.
Wanting to thank him for taking me in, I kissed him square on the lips
knowing I had just made his day and perhaps his entire life. I waved
goodbye and took a taxi towards the city.
I was dropped off at a busy intersection downtown. Everyone was staring
at me, the woman with envy, and the men with lust. I walked to a
sandwich shop three blocks away for lunch.
I ordered myself a sandwich and sat on a bar stool. The waiter was a
young boy who seemed hopelessly infatuated with me. He was trying his
best to hide his erection but it was pretty obvious given the way he was
walking. I didn't really blame him. I was a solid 11/10 in a sea of
average to decent looking woman.
I finished my lunch and tipped the waiter handsomely. I gave him a
playful wink before walking out. He seemed to be quite pleased with
himself.
For the next couple hours, I went to several clothing stores and even
got a makeover. By the time I was done, I was ready to go out for the
night. I looked at myself in the salon mirror.
I looked absolutely flawless. If I was 11/10 before, I was now
officially way off the charts. I was dressed in a short, bright dress,
and a pair of black pumps. My makeup was perfectly done, subtle enough
that my natural beauty was still visible. My hair was styled perfectly
around my face making me look like a glamour model. I looked like a
seductress on the prowl, a sexy little minx ready to sink her teeth in
an unsuspecting man.
I walked to a nearby bar that I knew Jack frequented. I was still
underage but I was able to "convince" the bouncer to let me in, after
bearing a little bit of cleavage. When I entered the bar, I immediately
noticed how much hotter I was than the wait staff. That may sound a bit
pretentious but it was the truth.
Then I saw Jack. He was sitting next to some doe eyed girl. Well, I
wasn't having any of that. I walked up to him confidently.
"Hey handsome," I cooed in his ear.
"Uh..." Jack mumbled as he ogled my cleavage. "Hey."
The girl next to him dashed off in a fit of jealousy. I took her seat.
"My name's Jane," I whispered sexily. "I couldn't help but notice you on
the way in and I just HAD to come talk to you."
"I'm flattered." Jack blushed. "My name is Jack by the way."
"So Jack, do you like what you see?" I smiled seductively as I placed
one of my petite hands on his thigh. His eyes widened at that.
"Uh...," Jack mumbled as he felt his erection twitch in his pants, "You
look really young."
"I wouldn't worry about that," I leaned closer to him and breathed, "I
just turned 19."
Jack was practically salivating now. My breasts were right in front of
his face and my heady scent was intoxicating. He looked up only to be
greeted by my alluring green eyes.
"You're so pretty," Jack slurred drunkenly. I tried not to roll my eyes.
Was I this pathetic as a man?
"Thanks," I whispered sweetly, "How about you take back me to your
place? I'm really looking forward to getting to know you better." I slid
my slender fingers across his chest and abs.
"Okay," Jack exclaimed eagerly.
I leaned in to kiss him as I wrapped my arms around his thick neck. I
felt his hands pressed against my back. His lips felt nice... despite
the fact that I hated his guts.
He walked awkwardly out of the bar with me following behind. He drove me
to his apartment. As he opened the door, I jumped on top of him wrapping
my long legs around his body. I grabbed his head in my hands and kissed
him deeply. We kissed for several minutes before he moved us to his
bedroom.
I kneeled in front of him and seductively pulled his pants down. I
grabbed his engorged cock with my slender fingers. Before I could even
attempt to wrap my lips around it however, I felt his cock spasm. Cum
began to spray out of his appendage and onto my face.
"I barely did anything," I pouted as I held his flaccid penis.
"Uhh sorry..." Jack blushed, "I'm sure I can get it up again."
"Let me help," I cooed as I stroked his cock until it was long and hard
again.
I wrapped my lips around his erection and began sucking it. I was a man
in the past so I knew exactly what buttons to press. I looked up at him
with adoring eyes making him feel like the most important man in the
world. He grabbed my hair tightly as he began to moan loudly.
Within moments, he got his second orgasm. This time all of the cum went
directly into my mouth. I swallowed every single drop knowing how much
it turned him on. It tasted a lot better than I expected, but of course
that was probably my female hormones talking.
Jack was completely exhausted now. He dropped onto the bed and almost
immediately fell asleep.
I went to the bathroom to clean off the cum from my face. I was a
libidinous little whore, and as much as I hated to admit it, I liked it.
Of course, I wasn't going to let Jack get away with his crime. He would
find out soon enough who was really in charge around here. I grinned at
myself happily before going to bed next to him.
When he woke up the next morning, he gasped when he saw my face.
"Hey handsome." I smiled from ear to ear.
"You're still here?" Jack exclaimed in disbelief.
"Are you disappointed?" I tilted my head and pouted.
"No, not at all." Jack blushed. "I guess I'm a bit embarrassed about
yesterday."
"Don't worry," I whispered suggestively, "I'm sure you can make it up to
me. But first, let's talk about your wife..."
"Please don't tell," Jack pleaded, "I'll do anything you want."
"Well, Jack," I exclaimed, "first, you will address me as mistress. I
want you to know your place."
"Okay." Jack swallowed as he stared entranced into my eyes.
"Okay what?" I demanded.
"Okay mistress," Jack answered.
"That's better. Now it's not cheap being a girl. I want a steady income
of fifteen thousand dollars a month." I puckered my lips. "Will you do
that for me Jack?"
"Of course mistress," Jack replied obediently.
"Good boy," I kissed him gently on the forehead, "I think you deserve a
reward." I took off my bra revealing my bare breasts.
Jack eagerly leaned in and began sucking on my nipples. A throaty moan
escaped from my mouth. Why get revenge on your would-be murderer, when
you can just turn him into your sex slave? The fact that Jack was now my
boy toy aroused me to no end and the irony of having all of Jack's
managerial income for my disposal was just too delicious.
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