Stepmother Knows Best
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Realisation
Stephen started to regain consciousness a few hours later. Opening his
eyes he quickly realised his head was splitting. 'Was I drinking last
night?' he wondered as he started to drag himself from the floor. For the
life of him he couldn't remember and trying to think was causing him
migraines. 'Whatever' he thought as he made the sensible decision to
stumble to his bedroom. With a herculean effort he managed to stumble
upstairs towards his bedroom. Collapsing onto his mattress he fell asleep
as his head hit the pillow.
Stephen's alarm was unforgiving as it droned waking him from his deep
sleep. Still feeling tired he knew it was time to get up. He had an
electromagnetism lecture first thing. It was easily his hardest module
and the professor was notoriously unforgiving towards late students. With
a sigh Stephen hit his alarm and rolled out of bed. Still groggy and
slightly disoriented he shuffled towards the bathroom for his routine
morning piss. As he reached the toilet he lifted the seat and reached
into his shorts for his equipment. Yet his hand couldn't seem to locate
it. 'Huh?' Stephen grunted as he felt around his boxer shorts and feeling
only soft pubic hair.
In a panic Stephen pulled down his boxers and was met with an ever more
shocking sight. It was gone! As Stephen looked down at his crotch his
usual equipment was completely absent. All he could see was a mound of
red pubic hair which was in stark contrast to the black pubes Stephen was
accustomed to seeing.
"What the fuck!?" he whispered in shock. The memories of yesterday
afternoon came flooding back to him. Kathy had shown up. She had cast a
spell and taken his cock. She had given him her...
'No, this is impossible' Stephen reasoned as he reached down between his
legs and felt his new labia. He quickly retracted his hand feeling sick.
'Why would Kathy do this to him?'
To make matters worse he still needed to pee quite badly. Feeling pissed
off Stephen knew what he needed to do. He lowered the seat again and sat
down. It took a few moments to realise which muscles to relax but he
finally felt a relief as the urine started streaming. Curiously the
stream seemed to be hitting the water directly making a different sound
than usual. Stephen also noted that it seemed to take a lot longer.
Finally the stream stopped as Stephen rolled up some toilet paper ready
to wipe. Sighing he reached down and tried to pat his new area clean. The
sensations of wiping and rubbing parts he had never owned before was
extremely weird. It took nearly half the roll before he felt sufficiently
dry. It was a humiliating experience for Stephen and he vowed revenge on
Kathy for putting him though this ordeal. Stephen got up and pulled up
his boxers quickly embarrassed by what he had just done. It was strange
to see the pouch at the front of his boxers lying empty due to his now
flat crotch.
"Stephen Honey! There's breakfast ready downstairs for you!" his mum
called from downstairs.
'Damn,' thought Stephen. In his panic he had almost forgotten about
college. Despite really wanting to march to Kathy's house and demand she
give his penis back he needed to get to his lectures. 'I guess I'll just
go to college today and deal with this shit later' he thought grudgingly.
Heading back to his room he threw on a t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants.
He spent a while studying his crotch in the mirror to try and determine
whether anyone would be able to detect his lack of equipment. Feeling
satisfied that his secret was safe for now Stephen decided to make a
move.
Jogging downstairs he entered the kitchen to see his mother.
"Morning honey." She smiled as she put a plate of eggs and bacon on the
table. Stephen's mother was a typical middle aged mother. Although much
less glamourous in her everyday wear than Kathy she was still pretty for
her age. Like Kathy she was a smoker, despite Stephens's disapproval, she
had tried to quit a few times but had never managed to kick the habit.
"Morning mum" Stephen replied slightly nervous that she might somehow
notice his predicament.
"I'm off to work, I'll see you this evening" she said as she leaned in to
give him a kiss on the cheek. He smelled smoke off her indicating she'd
had her morning cigarette.
"Enjoy college!" she called as she closed the front door.
Stephen arrived to his lecture hall just in time. What was usually a
pretty easy cycling commute became very awkward as he realised that the
seat of his bike was digging in to his lady parts. At first Stephen tried
to ignore the discomfort, preferring not to acknowledge his new undesired
equipment but it wasn't long before her had to stop to adjust a bit.
Eventually Stephen realised he was just going to have to peddle standing
for the journey.. Sadly his lateness meant there were very few seats
left. Glancing around the hall he realised that the only available seats
required him to squeeze by people on his way. Whilst doing so Stephen
felt unbelievably paranoid that someone would notice his lack of bulge.
Logically he knew that it was a pretty ridiculous fear, 'surely no one
would be examining my crotch that closely' he thought. Yet still it was a
relief to sit down.
Electromag proved to be as boring as advertised, as they neared the end
of the lecture Stephen looked around and noticed quite a few students
nodding off.
"Before our next lecture I want you all to be familiar with Birchkoff's
Theorem," the professor droned. "I'll see you all tomorrow."
Gathering his notes Stephen was grateful to have made it through his
first lecture. He only had three classes today and then he could contact
Kathy to fix this mess. Stephen wandered for a while, honestly not
wanting to run into anyone he knew around campus. 'The sooner today is
over the better,' Stephen decided.
"Alright Stephen mate!" Stephen realised the voice belonged to Mark.
Turning around Stephen saw him jogging to catch up. Mark was a friend of
Stephens, they actually played on the same football team. Mark was the
goalkeeper. A position made much easier for him by his lanky frame.
Stephen wasn't exactly short yet Mark stood at least a head taller than
him and had giant hands. Despite Stephen's bad mood he couldn't help but
smile seeing Mark sporting his trademark goofy grin.
"You looking forward to tomorrow's match Stevie?" he started in his thick
jordie accent.
Tomorrow evening Stephen's team had a first round qualifying match for
the southern conference cup. It wasn't the most glamorous trophy to be
going for but there were sure to be scouts at the games. A good
performance could get you noticed.
"Of course mate!" you chimed up. "Pretty sure we're going to run through
that team."
"That's the confidence I like to hear," he laughed. "By the way I'm going
to be throwing an after party at my place. I reckon there'll be some good
looking birds there. Most of them will be begging for my attention but I
might send a couple your way if you ask nicely." He grinned.
"Yeah, I'm sure they'll be interested in the goalkeeper when the star of
the team is at the same party," you joked back.
"Some of us just have natural game Stevie," he laughed. "Anyway, I'm sure
we can find a girl to help you get over that ex-girlfriend of yours. You
know I only associate with the sluttiest of sluts." He winked.
'Dammit,' Stephen thought. 'I'm not too sure I have much to offer these
girls at the moment. I need to sort this shit out with Kathy ASAP.'
Despite his insecurities Stephen continued to banter back and forth with
Mark before they each went their separate ways.
Stephen was sitting in his last lecture for the day. Unfortunately things
were not going well. His crotch was soaking wet. It had started a few
hours ago and Stephen had honestly wondered whether he might have
urinated on himself but a quick check in the bathroom stall indicated
that he seemed to be leaking some kind of clear liquid from his vagina.
Stephen had wiped the area down with toilet paper at the time and he
thought that would be enough. However it clearly wasn't. His boxer shorts
were soaked and the liquid was almost leaking down his thighs. The
decision to wear sweat pants this morning was starting to seem absolutely
foolish as Stephen obsessively checked to see whether they were showing
signs of his wet crotch. Another no less pressing issue was the smell.
Stephen could definitely smell his pussy as he sat trying to concentrate
on the lecture. The feminine musk emanating from between his thighs was
undeniable as far as he was concerned and it had him on edge. He glanced
around nervously at the people sitting beside him and wondered whether
they could detect his new scent. Finally he had enough, he packed his
things and began to leave the lecture early.
As he arrived to Kathy's house he realised the risk he was taking.
'Hopefully Lucy isn't home,' he thought. 'I really don't want to have to
deal with her like this.' He knocked loudly on the door and after waiting
a few moments he was relieved when Kathy answered the door.
She was made up as always with full makeup, large hoop earrings and
bangles adorning both her wrists. She wearing a tight black skirt and a
leopard skin top that displayed her ample cleavage. A pair of leopard
skin pumps finished her look.
"Well, well, what a surprise!" she grinned.
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