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I never planned or expected anything to come from the earring. A trinket, something you would pick up and pocket without thinking about the why, only that it is, in some way, interesting or novel. I found the ring some Thursday night, returning home from a pub staggering around in an altered state due to a few pints of beer and a couple shots of liquor rushing through my veins. My wandering eyes must have landed on a slight twinkle, probably in a gutter somewhere, but the exact location unknown to my now sober brain. As I reached back to my flat, I must have emptied it out of my pocket along with my mobile phone and wallet onto my desk, as that is where I found it the next day. My name at the time, was Isaac, and that earring changed my life forever. I woke the next day with a thumping headache. I groaned, difficultly reforming the memories from the previous night: I had gone out with colleagues... A premature celebration for the end of our uni's year... One last assignment to be handed in next week, and we would finally be free to go on with our lives. As I limped around my flat, my misty eyes finally met with the ring. "Weird," I said out loud as I bent in to observe closer. The ring itself was plain, a bronze - golden colour with a crest on what would be the front. An Asian symbol but as far as I could tell it was neither Chinese of Japanese nor any other culture I could recognise. After investigation, it seemed in fact broken, or a factory error, as I couldn't perceive any mechanism to open it and thread it through a lobe. Slowly, I reached out and touched it. And then, it happened. As soon as my fingers connected with the copper, my whole life flashed before my eyes, from birth to now, and with it, a heat. Pictures and memories condensed, as they veered into that of my past sex life. Ex-girlfriends, sex-friends, and random hook-ups, all my memories of sex and masturbation, excess, fucking, ecstasy, sweat, drug and love fuelled, rugged and tender. All flashed past my eyes, and before I knew it my hand had shot down, into my trousers, desperately reaching for my cock. As I started to tug, filed by an acid lust, I stated panting and salivating. I was consumed by the images, hornier than I had ever been in my life, and I needed release. Desperately. The images of myself disappeared, replaced by those of the girls I had slept with, as if inspecting their faces as they lost themselves in lust. It was as it I could feel as they felt. I was on the floor now, precum spilling from my rock hard cock, and without understanding why I reached up and grabbed the ring guiding it to my face. As I did the ecstasy grew and grew inside me as is approached my ear. Instinctively, I knew what I needed to do, and I fumbled, hands trembling as I slipped it against my lobe. My ears weren't pierced, but somehow, without it opening, I felt it slip on. The images in my mind doubled pace, onto a near unconscious level. Fucking to being fucked, something had shifted in my brain without me even realising it. But as it did, I exploded, sperm flew out of my cock as I moaned harder than I ever had before. This was greater than anything I had ever felt. I convulsed over and over against the floor in a seemingly never ending climax. After what seemed like ages, I stared to come to. I stared down at my sperm shot body and groaned, the headache that had disappeared during my excess had now returned with a vengeance. I felt ashamed at the images that had been thrown against my mind. Slowly I stood and went for a shower and breakfast. Oblivious to the fact that the ring now sat comfortably, and impossibly, against my lobe. By the time I had fully emerged from the hangover, hours had passed. The usual signs of fatigue were mysteriously gone, only one remaining, a constant aching over my whole body. As I sat down for a quick lunch, now I finally decided to check my phone for the first time today. Seventeen messages. All one person. Julia. Julia was the class ace, she had finished last year valedictorian of our history degree. And I somehow had ended being paired with her for the one's final project. I groaned once again, slapping my face. Of course. She had insisted we end the project today, nearly a week early. She was a nice girl of course, we had hung out more than a few times over the last couple years, and were actually pretty close at one point. But she had become obsessive about work to a fault. Proof lay in the 17 messages. I flipped through them "When can I come over?", "R you awake?", "Need to get this done."... I checked the time. 2:15PM. I meagrely replied, inviting her over in an hours' time just enough for me to freshen up. I would in no way be up to her ridiculously high standards, but hey!, hopefully she could do most of the work. As I cleared up my workspace and gathered some clothes on I finally stepped in front of a mirror and noticed something strange. I had completely forgotten about the earring by now, had I been so absorbed by the wanksession. But on my lobe it sat, ideogram proudly displayed. I leaned forwards, captivated. Slowly, I raised my hands to it, hoping to remove it, but as I touched the material, my abdomen clenched, imaged stared rushing in front of my eyes, faster and deeper than before. In reaction my cock started to jut out hungry for more, and it was all I could do but let go before being consumed. As I prised my fingers rom the copper, the images subsided, but the libido remained. Once again I raised my hands, and once again I was met with a storm of images and lust. I had to physically wrench my hand down now, leaving my head spinning and a boner pressing against my shorts. I stood there for a second, staring back at my reflection. The doorbell rang, making me jump out of my skin. She was early, OF COURSE she was. I rolled my eyes and decided to keep my investigation for later. As I opened the door, I was met with a small, slightly frowning gaze. "I've been trying to contact you all morning, where have you been?" she inquired, entering my flat without further greeting. Julia was a small girl, she stood over head beneath me and although she was now relatively outgoing whenever we met up, she had a nearly mousey demeanour around of anyone she didn't know that well. This was accompanied with a textbook library girl glasses and a heavy grey sweater, leaving only a vague idea of her slim frame. Behind the glasses her deep blue eyes would dart about, seemingly inspecting everything wherever she went, rarely meeting any one person's gaze. Her dark blonde hair was tied back in a knot, accentuating sterner features on an otherwise soft face. "I - uh - I must have come down with something," I quickly made up. Though it might actually be the case, my body was aching all over. "Hah, you must have caught something when you were out LAST NIGHT!" she said accusingly, "Come on Isaac, you could have delayed the partying at least a day for me." She managed to force out a timid smile. "But you do look a bit pale, maybe you are under the weather." Her eyes darted across my face before landing on my lobe. "Is that an earring?" she inquired. "I didn't know your ears were pierced!" "They're not, it's a special ring. Thought I might try it out," I lied, deciding wisely to keep this morning's events to myself. "Suits you," she said, smiling cynically. I stuck my tongue out and she let out a quick laugh, and her face softened for a few seconds. "There something written on here, is that Sanskrit?" she asked. Before I could react, she reached out and touched it. The moment her finger grazed the copper on my lobe she froze for what seemed a split second. In that instant her body remained immobile, hand outstretched and face absent, but her eyes flashed, pupils dilating and contracting. Suddenly she jumped back with a yelp, her mobility returned to her. "What the fuck!?!" she exclaimed. "Did you feel that?" Then, regaining her composure: "That was a damn strong static shock!" I hadn't felt anything but Julia definitely had, her reaction to the copper seemed to have been similar to mine, however her composure was unchanged. Whereas I had collapsed into a horny mess within an instant, filled with lust and the need of release, Julia seemed to have returned to her normal self. She wasn't wearing the damned thing of course, but her initial reaction seemed similar to mine, maybe in a more subtle form I wondered. I tried to concentrate on the question but it seemed best to stay quiet for now, what was there to say anyways? "Hey, you okay?" I snapped out of it, Julia was looking up at me seeming concerned. "Oh, uhh, yeah, fine. How about you? That looked painful." Julie gave a half smile "Fine as well, just felt a bit weird, I've never been shocked that much with static electricity." She rubbed the tips of her fingers together for a couple seconds, looking pensive before interjecting. "But anyways let's get to work, we're already late starting and I would like to get as much as possible done before nightfall." I stared her up and down for a second expecting her to collapse as I did, however she seemed entirely unaffected by the experience. The only thing I did notice was a slight shine in her eyes, nearly a twinkle. Something I would have sworn wasn't there mere seconds ago. I nodded, and led Julie towards my desk. We still had a week before having to hand in the essay, but as she had said, a good head start was essential, and Julia was a much better adept of handing work in on time than I am. This whole session was her plan, and it was probably best I followed her advice. I needed the grades and she definitely was the smarter of us two. It took no time to get us started. We commenced with a thorough research on the background of our subject - Medieval history of Castile, going through our course papers and completing them with any relevant information found on line. Sometimes I would get stuck for a few minutes, lost in my notes or distracted on the net. But Julia would quickly snap me back to work, often supplying parts of her own, more complete annotations. Within the first hour we had completed a sizeable portion of the research but things were getting, well... weird. I had never really been attracted to Julia, she was fine looking of course. But in the few years I had known her I had never seen her with anyone and her mousey even timid demeanour wasn't one that suited me. She was, in some sense, tame. However, the arousal I had been feeling since the early afternoon hadn't subsided. I was finding it hard to concentrate fully on the job at hand, occasionally glancing up at my colleague. Though she didn't notice I had several continual stares at her modest chest and her lips, imagining what it would feel like to lick and kiss and suck them. She did catch me once though, raising her face and her eyes met mine. Once again I had the strange impression of seeing twinkling stars around her iris. "Hey, hey! Back to work Isaac," she rebuffed. "You really aren't on the top of your game today." I grunted something about the flu and we returned to it. Both of us slightly blushing and staring at out papers. We continued to advance at a fine pace, but by the end of the second hour our productivity levels fell off the cliff. I felt hot headed, horny even. Between my legs my cock had stood erect for ages, making me constantly shifting in my chair, trying to stay comfortable all while trying to hide the aching boner from my friend. I could still feel it throb and press against my jeans, it should have subsided ages ago, but this one had lasted for what seemed forever. What was worse was the sensation of constant rubbing against my briefs, was keeping me on edge. Every time I changed position a bolt of electricity emanated up from my crotch, forcing me into a constant state of arousal. The rest of my body felt weird as well, out of shape, as if I was hungover. Well.. more than I should have been... I seemed to judge distances wrong and had spilt a glass of water over my white shirt when trying to refocus with a drink. My skin was tingling all over, and seemed slightly paler than usual ..and I had constant cramps over my ass. Whatever illness this was, I had never felt so peculiar. But the worse was my chest. When I went to sponge up the water I had spilt over myself, I had to supress a sharp gasp. My chest felt puffy and out of shape, and he could feel my unnaturally oversensitive nipples harden under the fabric. The sensation of the cloth against them was utterly alien, and immensely pleasurable. It took me several wipes to remove the excess water, and each one passed over the small mounds and bumps that were my nipples, now clearly visible through the white shirt. Julia too seemed to be having trouble concentrating. The twinkle in her eyes was still there, and actually getting more visible by the minute. Whereas she had no trouble correcting and adding to my work in the first hour, her help was getting more and more sparse, and her answers made less and less sense. She was also visibly blushing, though she remained bent over her work trying to conceal the rosy tinge to her cheeks. I hadn't noticed yet, but she too was shifting around uncomfortably. Over the last couple of minutes she had corrected her position a dozen times, moving her legs around and adjusting her seat, breathing heavily. "God, whatever flu you've caught, I must be coming down with it as well," she exclaimed. I looked up from my book, trying to pull myself together. "Huh?" "Your flu, I must have caught it somewhere. I'm feeling feeblish, and I've got cramps all over the place." She paused. "Well not exactly all over the pl..." Her phrase was cut short by a sudden giggle. She clamped her hand over her mouth, causing a second series of muffled laughter. I was cut short, Julia was a generally serious girl. Fun out of class of course, but she compartmentalised work and fun to a fault, and giggling while working on an essay was not something she would usually do. My eyes shot over her, seeing if she looked ill and met her blushing cheeks. For the first time I noticed other changes. Things were way off, what I had at first mistaken for a trick of the light, was most definitely not: her hair had changed colour, Julia was nothing other than a dark, caramel blonde last time I looked, but now, her colouring had shifted. Over the last couple of minutes her hair had lightened into what was now a honey blonde. Her features had softened as well, behind her thick rimmed glasses, her extraordinarily wide eyes staring back shone a vivid, twinkling blue, and her jaw had in some way softened, leaving her with a distinctly oval face. I stared agape, my eyes heading down towards her chest. Things had changed there too. Her perfectly fitting t-shirt was now stretched, her breasts pressing against the fabric marking horizontal lines in the cloth between them. She had passed from a modest B cup -I wasn't good in bra sizes - to something along the lines of a D, or even double D. I gulped, and my cock twitched. Her bra was now visible through her shirt, stretched and struggling to retain the flesh behind them. After staring at them for a second, I rested my gaze. Whatever was happening to my friend, was in no way natural. I needed to think. "Uhh, Julie, are you okay?" I inquired in a worried tone, my eyes now fixed on her unusually golden hair. Julia giggled again and removed her hand from her mouth. Behind it her lips seemed wrong, swollen even. "Yeaaaaaah ~suure," she replied, calming herself. "What were you saying about cramps?" I asked, although somewhere, I already knew the answer. "Weeell," she replied, slightly slurring her words "I haven got cramps everywhere.." This answer erupted in another stream of giggles. "Mostly my breasts, uh I mean boobs. CHEST! I meant chest!" she caught herself a little too late, and the already rosy tinge in her cheeks turned scarlet. I was taken aback, unable to process her answer. "Oh! Uhh, if you need to take a break, you can use my bathroom." I too was now blushing, Julia's attitude was FAR from normal. Julia had regained composure once more, her eyes fixed down onto the table and nodded. "Sure, I could use a break" she replied, without raising her gaze, and quickly rose to leave room, too embarrassed to look me in the eyes. I shook my head, something was definitely off. Other than my co-worker attitude, her bloody hair and body changes were something he had never even HEARD of before. This DEFINETLY wasn't a flu. I checked my own body. Looking down, I seemed slimmer, more petite somehow, I recognised the body as my own, but everything looked, - and felt - off. Slowly standing up, struggling with an off-putting balance, I looked over myself. My hands and arms were softer and my stomach seemed more flat, revealing an impressive protrusion past my waist. The boner, aided by the memory of two fleshy orbs visibly pressed against my friend's shirt was now sorer than ever. "God I need to get off" I muttered under my breath. Above my stomach, my own chest felt more out of place than ever, my nipples were clearly poking through the fabric and the flesh around them was swollen out of shape. "WHHHAAT THE FUUUUCK!?!?!" Julia's high voice clearly travelled through the air. Making me jump out of my thoughts and rush to the living room. There, Julie was standing, a sports bra in one hand, and her shirt back on. The other running through what were now, platinum blonde strands of her hair. She stood gawking at her own reflection, sparkly eyes wide as her hands travelled through her strands, checking if the obvious was real. "Isaac, what the fuck?!" she asked again. "My hair is like, all blonde now!" I stammered, whatever had happened to my colleague, I had no understanding of the cause or meaning. "How did this happen?" she asked. Julia turned towards me and looked up for the first time. "Oh my!" she exclaimed. Eyes transfixed on me. I gulped. Ever so slowly I changed my position as well, moving towards the centre of the room, so that I too became visible in the mirror. Looking back at myself, I gasped. Other than my bust that I had observed earlier, my hair had also changed. What was a buzz cut the day before, now stood strands of dark- red waves, reaching down to my forehead and past my ears. How I hadn't noticed the changes hours ago was beyond me. Unless - my bangs has grown within minutes. Only one conclusion could be drawn, the changes were ongoing. "Uhh, Isaac, this is really weird." Julia was now only a few feet from me, hey wide eyes darting between both of our faces in the mirror. "I mean, this isn't normal. No, this isn't natural" she looked perturbed, but a strange calmness had set over us considering the situation. "Look at me, my hair has changed, yours has grown. My chest is slightly cramped, my b... - she paused - boobs are completely swollen." she giggled for a second and turned towards me before continuing. "Other their than the changes and slight cramps I FEEL f-" she cut off, her eyes landing on the elephant in the room. My bulge. The outline of my cock was clearly visible, pushing against the fabric of my trousers and probing out towards Julia. "Other than the cramps, I feel ..." she lost herself, staring like a deer into headlights. She licked her lips. "I feel..." She looked up. "God, I'm so horny." She nearly pounced upon me, and our bodies squeezed together. Her breasts pressed firmly against my chest. Her face stuck to mine as her mouth found me. Kissing repeatedly. I let my lips part slightly and her tongues slithered past them, entering the fray. Exploring Julia's mouth. My hands reached up to her hips and pulled her against me even harder, I could feel her breasts squeeze between the two of us, nipples prodding outwards. Julia's hands rose beneath my shirt, slowly stroking upwards along my sides, until reaching the two small mounds on my chest. Slowly, she bought her fingers towards my nipples, gently massaging my flesh. As they landed on the two protrusions, I felt a wave of pleasure emanate from them, heating my body. I let out a small high-pitched moan, shocked by their sensitivity. She broke the kiss, but continuing to keep her attention on my chest. I raised my arms as Julia effortlessly removed my shirt.. And followed with her own, leaving her perky breasts out in the open. Her hands reached up to them, weighing them, before looking up and into my eyes. "They're so soore," she pleaded, "I need your lips on them." With a steady gesture, I pushed my colleague backwards towards the sofa, and pressed against her face, arching her slightly and bringing her massive fleshy orbs up to my mouth. They hung weirdly on her frame, large for her modest shoulders and unnaturally firm and perky. I tenitavely licked one of her nipples, making my partner take a sharp intake of breathe. I sucked. One hand on Julie's face, the other massaging her full form and sucking on the other erect nipple, my tongue swirling around and forcing a constant stream of gasps from her. Somehow, her mouth found my fingers, and she too started sucking out of desperate arousal. Her leg gently slid up the long of my inner thigh, to my groin. Bending backwards, she rubbed her thigh against it. Building my arousal and brining the two of us to the edge. She grabbed my hair, fingers desperately snatching and caressing through the strands. I redoubled my efforts and changed breast, my left hand finding its way down into Julia trousers, and past a small clump of hair. "Go-o-od I'm so wet," she managed to moan between gasps. She wasn't wrong, her panties were drenched. All around her lips was slick with juices, and my fingers had no problem sliding against them. Julia started to convulse under me, all semblance of rhythm in her was gone. Gasps were becoming fully fledged moans. Finally, my fingers slipped inside her red hot pussy, rubbing against her walls and making her arch even further backwards. But just before she was pushed over the edge she pulled my head backwards. An audible plop came from my mouth as Julia's breast left it, covered in slick saliva. Her nipple standing to attention and shining in the light. Julia looked up at me, a confused determination over her face. "Just.." she now pushed me backwards, my fingers slid out of her jeans and I fell backwards onto a chair. Julia pounced on my chest, sucking and licking my own swollen nipples. Once again the room filled with noise, and I tilted my head backwards, emitting, small, high pitched moans as Julia worked on my chest and followed by a line of kisses as she head downwards. With determination she pulled down my trousers, and removed them. I momentarily stared at my legs in blank surprise, the dark hair that was normally visible all over my thighs was now little more than fluff. However my train of thought disappeared as Julie slowly bought her hand up to my penis and grabbed it. I jolted my head backwards and reached upwards, bracing myself. Julia, now kneeling, bought her face up to the cock. Until her cheek was up against the shaft. Her brilliant blue eyes half open out of lust as she started kissing up and down the length of my turgid member. Finally, her mouth arrived at the tip, on which she planted three sharp kisses before going back down to the base and licking the entire length. Her longue darted around the crown before envelopping it with her lips. I was gone, laying backwards, my ass slightly floating above the chair as my cock was being feverously sucked by a blonde goddess. My hands reached upwards, caressing my sensitive nipples. Julia's other hand was between her own legs, and her movements became more and more frantic as she reached her climax. Her mouth reaching ever deeper along the cock. Suddenly, her mouth removed itself from from my dick as she came. "God, I'm gonna cu-u-u-mmmm!!" she screamed as she fingered herself while desperately jerking my cock towards her face. I felt so close, my body was burning up as he felt Julia continuing to shake and kiss my dick while coming down off her climax. My hands desperately pinched and caressed my nipples, moans escaped my mouth, and my back arched, brining my backside straight off the chair on which I was sitting. But however close I felt, deep down, I knew it wasn't enough. Somehow I felt ... empty. Suddenly Julia's fingers touched between my now exposed ass cheeks, gently searching for an entrance. They easily found my hole and circled it, it somehow felt lubrified and seemed to gape, eagerly opening to accommodate the fingers. Without realising it, I mewled in anticipation, laying further backwards and unconsciously raising my legs. A finger slipped in, and my moaning doubled pace. Electric bolts shocked though my body. Somewhere, the way in which my virgin ass was being violated, it felt degrading, weird. But the way my body reacted pushed aside any sense of reason. I felt my arse clench around her finger as it protruded into me, searching and prodding. Julia's mouth wrapped itself deeper and deeper along my shaft, her other hand rapped around the base, accommodating my bucking to her mouth. Just as I thought I couldn't take any more a second finger entered me and landed on the exact right spot. Julia took no time hesitating after hearing the massive moan I let out, jaw agape and hands grabbing on to the two mounds of flesh on my chest. She pressed harder and started jerking my cock into her mouth. I shook for a few seconds, before it was my turn to convulse. My eyes rolled back and I lost myself. My cock pulsated for what seemed a minute, pumping hot sperm into Julia's wanton mouth. In one of my convulsions, it slipped out of her and sprayed a strand of cum on her face, from her lips to her right eye. She giggled and returned my rod into her hungry lips for the last few convulsions, making sure that her left hand remained pressed and massaging my prostate. Once the last drops were gone, she removed herself, and licked the cum off her hand after scooping up the generous load on her face. Beaming she looked to up at me, eyes twinkling. Both of us were spent, leaving nothing left to say. After we gathered enough forces, we stood and helped each other reach the bed, the sun had set, and if my body felt in any way like hers, she too ached all over. As we collapsed onto the bed, stark naked, I pressed my body against hers, tenderly spooning. Her head tilted back and her mouth reached over to mine and we kissed. Her mouth was warm and supported a slight musky smell. Somewhere inside me, I knew it was my own cum, but instead of finding it repulsive, I felt proud and invigorated. Our kiss finally broke, leaving the taste on my lips and I gently licked them as I fell into sleep. I awoke naked in my bed a few hours later, Julia asleep beside me. Morning had arrived, accompanied with so many questions. Starting with: what the hell had happened last night? I inspected Julia rapidly, her body seemed to have finished changing, her breasts had expanded again, leaving her with generous E cups, firmly pressed against my mattress. They seemed unnaturally large for her but protruded perfectly from her petite body. Looking downwards, her waist seemed thinner making her hips larger in comparison, further down, her buttocks stood out, perfectly rounded and covered in smooth, supple skin. They were perfect in every way, and looked as if they demanded attention. Underneath them, her legs were slightly parted, leaving a small gap between her thighs. Her body was made for sex, everything about it shone fertility and libido. And just by looking at her, my morning wood gave a tentative throb. I was quickly considering going for it, when my movement triggered something I definitely wasn't used to. Somewhere on my chest, my weight shifted. I looked downwards, what were yesterday two swellings on my bust had clearly developed into something more. Now, they could be described as nothing but breasts. They were petite, yes, but they swayed in my movement, rolling onto the side. Two modest mounds, each crested by a swollen nipple, easily twice the size of those I had last night. The weirdest thing was that they didn't seem that much out of place from the rest of my body. My chest hair was gone, and that on my arms and legs had nearly vanished. I ran my finger along my pale skin, shocked at its softness. I jumped again, my hands had changed drastically. They had thinned and softened, shrank in size, they looked more delicate, and - I gulped, - feminine. "What is happening to me?" I wondered, all while already knowing the truth. I was losing masculine features, fast. This jolted me to look at my most masculine member. In contrast to the rest of my body, it hadn't changed a bit, it eyen seemed larger than before. Standing to attention between my legs. Hard and wet and ready to be used to plough Julia's perfect butt. For a second, I let my fantasies take the best of me. I imagined making her quiver under me, her perfect body shaking in pleasure. Legs wrapping themselves around my waist and begging for more but something else appeared in my fantasy, another, stronger presence. A body pressing against me from behind, grapping my shoulders and rubbing between my own ass cheeks. Leaning forward I would let something enter me, penetrate my emptiness and - I caught myself before I could fantasize any further in the matter. Again, I shook my head. Everything was off, even my perception "I'm god damned changing, morphing," I thought to myself. "Fucking Julia should be the LAST of my worries" I got up and left the bed. Naked, I ran to the bathroom mirror, terrified at what I might see. In my reflection, I stared back at myself. Framing my face, the shoulder length hair had lightened slightly, making my naturally auburn hair a soft ginger. My face had lost its rugged look, no hair was discernible on my cheeks, and only a small patch of stubble was left on the tip of my chin. My features had softened, it was still my face. But everywhere I looked, small differences were visible. Smaller nose, wider eyes, softer jawline. Around my half-open mouth, my lips seemed puffier, I bought my hand up and pressed against them. I shuddered, their sensitivity was off the scale. My hand went down past my shrunken shoulders and breasts. My body was in the middle, neither feminine, nor masculine. With a bit of effort, I could pass as both. This rejoiced me, maybe not all was lost. I mean, as long as I've got a dick, I'm still a guy, right? My eyes darted to the golden ring on my lobe. I stared at it angrily, it anything was the cause of what was happening, this was. I took a deep breath, and my hands shot up. Desperately trying to remove it. As my fingers rummaged around its edges, trying to find a latch, I began to feel a tingling sensation in their tips. I knew what was going to happen, I'd felt it before. My fingers doubled pace, rummaging for a way to remove it, but continuing to come up empty as waves upon waves of heat emanated from my body. Deep inside me arousal was building. More and more. Stronger and stronger. My rapid breaths became deeper. And I could feel throbbing coming from my dick - and my chest. My arms, pressed against my bust as I desperately scratched at the golden ring, were rubbing against my nipples, sending shockwaves down my spine. My cock felt like it was going to explode. God I needed to explode. Spray it's hot, sticky cum all over myself. I feel to my knees, both hands shot downwards, suddenly jerking away at my pulsating dick, desperately seeking release. As I moaned, one hand shot upwards to my chest, caressing and massaging my breast in uncontrollable lust. This quickened my breathing even more, and I continued jerking franticly at my cock. For a few moments, I lost myself, moaning and jerking, a wave of pleasure building inside me. But I couldn't cum. I could feel it. However turned on I wasn't complete. I wasn't over the edge. Last night flashed before my eyes, Julia's tongue on my shaft and my fingers leading me to the heights of arousal. And something else... Something even more alien... I jerked my cock harder, trying to push aside the need to be filled that I suddenly realised I felt. It didn't work. Without realising it, I was leaning forwards, bit by bit I landed on all fours, with one hand still jerking my cock as rhythmically as possible. Building on an orgasm I now knew would only come one way. In my pleasure my head rolled backwards, making my eyes meet the bathroom sink, and the Holy Grail upon it. A simple, rubber, electric toothbrush. Without stopping I reached forwards and grabbed it, bringing it up to my face. Without hesitation, I bought the plastic rod up to my mouth. My lips parted and I inserted into my wet hot cavity. I licked the fabric up and down, swirling my tongue against the plastic. In my mind I started imagining myself as Julie last night. Horny as hell and desperately sucking on my turgid cock. This aroused me even more, my libs rubbing against the shaft felt amazing sending warm shockwaves back towards my abdomen. I had actually stopped jacking off, at both my hands went towards pleasuring the fictive cock I was sucking. Somewhere in my head, I protested. "This is wrong! I'm a guy, I want to fuck girls, not suck off dicks." But all protest was silenced by the moaning and slobbering as I continued to build up my arousal against the piece of rubber. It wasn't as pleasurable as the attention I gave my own dick, but soooo much more arousing and exotic. Without realising it, my right hand had left the toothbrush. It caressed down my body, pinched my erect nipple making me gasp in pleasure. It continued downward, but instead of passing under my belly towards my cock, it moves upwards, past my back. I pinched my plump asscheeks, once again without knowing or understanding what I was doing, only guided by pure lust. My shaking fingers made their way to my hole. Desperate to be filled. As soon as they reached it, rimming the edge of my asshole, I welt a wave shatter my body. The pleasure only comparable to the one I felt last night. I gasped, pulling the hard rod from my mouth and shaking in pleasure. I hesitated for a second, eyes fixed on the rod before me. Then, I slowly moved the now-lubed-up makeshift dildo over my back, until it pressed against my ass. I mewled in anticipation before slowly pushing it against me. I shifted my position slightly, arching my back. Slowly, ever so slowly I felt my hole widen. More and more. The feeling was utterly alien, but so amazing that I collapsed on the spot. A deep moan escaped my lips as I pushed the rod still further into my ass. Once it had settled and the pain and pleasure subsided, I started pulling it out ... Only to ram it back in even further. With every thrust going deeper and deeper. I was losing my mind, a moaning mess on the bathroom floor. Face pressed against the tiles with one hand continually ramming the red toothbrush in and out of myself, the other playing with my modest breasts. Electric sensation ran up and down my body, in my mind I could imagine the rod being something else. Someone else. My mind let itself go to fantasy, if was if I could feel my own body reacting to my imagination. That of two hands grasping my hips, as some entity rammed its fleshy member in and out of me. Driving me to ecstasy by powerful thrusts, filling me. I felt so full, so complete... so feminine. A pulsating rod, oh! How I craved it, how I needed it. A warmth was building in my abdomen, up and up, more and more, I shook the rubber inside myself, hitting my sweet spot arhythmicaly in my shaking. I surrendered to the pure ecstasy of it all, eyes rolling back in my sockets, mouth agape letting out a constant stream of cute little moans. Suddenly it crashed over me like a wave, I shook, stars flew in front of my eyes. My body convulsed again and again, I screamed out, writhing in pleasure. My ass clenched rhythmically against the dildo, squeezing it inside me, and sending shockwaves through my body. The warmth in my abdomen spread to my hanging dick. Untouched, but as hard as it had ever been, standing at attention, it shot hot seed over the bathroom floor and under my sharing body. As I convulsed I landed on it, spreading hot cum over my belly and chest. After what seemed like forever, the pleasure started to die down and I came to my senses, breathing heavily. I slowly pulled the toothbrush from my ass, giving me a last bolt of pleasure as it left my body. I sighed, my body spent. "Well, that was fun!" I jumped! In my ecstasy I hadn't realised that the door has agape. And in it, a grinning Julia. She clearly hadn't got dressed yet, and stood legs slightly spread. Her face was flushed and it didn't take me long to see why. Her right hand hung next to her exposed pussy, juices spread along her inner thighs. Her other fell from her breast, exposing an erect nipple she had been playing with only moments ago. She let out a deep breath and bought her hand up to her moth, tasting herself. "Good morning!" she joked, still slowly advancing towards me "Quite an evening last night. I haven't had fun like that in - well - ever." "Y-yeah," I stammered. Still under the shock from my orgasm, shamed by the spectacle I had given my friend. Julia helped me stand, looking me up and down. "Hey, you feeling alright?" she asked, seemingly concerned. Still shaken, it took me a second to realise what she vas talking about. Now standing, the changes to my body were more visible than ever. My breasts sticking outwards from my chest, my widened hips and ass, my hair but also my size! I was used to stand a foot over Julia, looking down at her when we spoke, but now... Now our eyes were nearly level, I still stood above her but only by a few inches. "What's happening to us Julie?" I asked. Her bright eyes stared back at me as she processed her words, thinking about an answer. "I, I dont know, but it not as if.... it's not as if I feel BAD or anything. I mean I have no idea why this is happening, but somehow, I just dont want it to stop. I'm so full of energy, and - well - I do like my new body. Dont you like what's happening to yours?" I stared at her before taking a step backwards towards the mirror, through it my body stared back at me. I looked good somehow, weird, mixed up, but somehow good. As if the mental image of myself had always been that of my body as it is now. "I dont feel bad either" I formulated, "But I should be worried, this can't be normal or natural." Julia approached me next to the mirror, eyes peering past my right shoulder as the stood against me. "Well for what it's worth, I rarther like the new you" she angled her head down slightly blushing as she looked back at me in the mirror. "But if you're worried I know someone who might know something about what's happening. A-a family friend, he owns a small shop, magic trinkets, Lucky charms and the like. I never really believed in it, but as this all stared when I touched that earing of your.. Can you take it off?" I shook my head. "No, it's stuck up there, I dont think anyone can remove it." Julia stared back, with a blank expression. "Let's take a shower, give me time to think, and clear you up a bit as well" she grinned looking down. My gaze descended as well before noticing that my flat belly was covered in a thin layer of cum. I blushed deeply, covering myself. Julia let out a colourful laugh and led me by the hand to the shower. She kissed me quickly before turning the water on and proceeding to clean the both of us, and scrubbing my back. By the time we came out, I felt reproached, cleansed. And as we got dressed Julia formulated a plan. She copied down the complex Asian symbol onto a piece of paper folding it into her pocket. A first she tried to convince me of coming with her, but I preferred not to leave the flat in my state. She smiled sympathetically and kissed me before passing the door with promises of returning by the evening. I stared to regret Julia as soon as she left. The aching had started again, and I could feel the tightening as my body changed throughout the day. I tried to relax. Playing a video game, watching a film even retuning to sleep, but I inevitably ended up pacing around and around, returning to the bathroom mirror every few minutes to see if there were any noticeable changes. I dressed and undressed several times, gauging the flesh on my chest and the shape of my waist, even measuring my penis several times. I tried to keep track but every time I lost myself, by either denial or confusion, I could only guess at how fast and far the transformation had bought me from my original self. I texted Julia several times over the course of the day, asking for news of the outside world, but her answers remained short and concise "Waiting for the guy", "Catching up", "Doing research". I finally cracked under the pressure and switched off my phone, decided to spend the rest of the day methodically working on our recently-abandoned history project. It was mid-afternoon by now, but I somehow managed to distract myself in the work, it was somehow easier without someone else around, and before I knew it several hours had passed, and workload had significantly diminished. I was even considering going on to the next when I finally heard a knocking at my door. Julia had returned. I ran to hallway, grabbing my keys before opening the door, anxious for news. In the doorway stood Julia, she stared back at me up and down before entering, carrying a couple of bags with her. Before she could settle I started showering her with questions, everything I had managed to hold back for the last few hours came out, and I needed answers. First she ordered me to sit, which I did, and she collapsed in the sofa next to me. "The earring is magic Isaac," she said, staring up at me "deep magic" I sat agape, eyes wide a staring into the empty as she sat, explaining an incomprehensible babble about brain waves, receptor materials, curses and parallel dimensions. I tried to follow, but whatever Julia was trying to explain, it could all be boiled down to one phrase. "So there's nothing to be done?" I asked finally. Julia looked back at me, worried "Not anything we can do RIGHT NOW. Terry, my family friend has already contacted colleagues around the world, but the speed and the extent of the changes is fixed, and I'm so sorry Isaac, but there's nothing we can do to change that" I stared blankly at the wall. "So I'm fucked! I'm going to become ... a girl, and there's nothing I can do about it" the word caught in my throat, I had realised was happening to my body for hours now, but this was the first time I had come to pronounce it. "Well there is ONE thing. Apparently the magic can't make you go all the way, it can't transform you without consent. Something about the will of the host apparently" I caught myself, and looked back at her. She paused before continuing, "Whatever has happened to me, I'm actually enjoying it, I feel like a need it, so it somehow has become definite. But in your case, Terry has assured me that he can try to reverse the changes, but it won't work if you're unwilling to go back." She licked her lips slowly. "Of course that is if you're unwilling to go back to how you were before." Images flashed in front on my eyes, my morphing body, Julia's perfect female form, the world of pleasure I was discovering, the feeling of being filled like this morning again to be dominated and fucked. I shook my head. "Of course I want to go back" I said through clenched teeth, trying to drive the images from my mind. Julia stared deep into my eyes for a second, deeper than anyone had before, in that second we connected and it was as if she was staring deep into my soul, past my mental barriers. And after a twinkle her eyes sifted back over my face, and smiled and placed her hand on my cheek. "Say Isaac, how would you feel about going out tonight..." I shifted in my seat. "I...I haven't been out all day, and I'm no good stuck in here. But I don't know Julia, I'm scared of meeting someone we know, and I haven't got any clothes my size anymore, and..." But before I could trail off she interrupted, "... as a girl.' I froze, incapable of responding as images shot through my head again, that of the near-cute redhead I could see in the mirror. All dressed up and going out" "B-but I dont have anything to wear I-" Julia turned and grabbed a bag before beaming back at me, "I popped by my place on the way back, and grabbed a set of spare clothes. This is a once in the lifetime experience Isaac, you can't stay in here and mull around with your thoughts. Come out with me tonight, we'll have some fun, no-one will recognise you and we'll be back here by midnight so we can see if Terry has any updates. Maybe she was right. In the immediate future we had no clue about reversing or slowing the changes. It wasn't about embracing my body, it was about acceptance of being unable to modify the situation at hand. The day, locked in my apartment, pacing up and down defencelessly had only made me feel worse. I needed to breathe, to step away from my worries. The changes had seemingly stopped for now, and maybe, if I couldn't reverse them I could nearly still pass as my old self. Somewhere inside me I knew that even if these were the last changes they would leave me with a definite change in my sense of self - and my sex. But overall I was somehow curious of what Julia had in mind.. I could leave the flat with a new identity, as a temporary persona. I could see what life was from a completely different angle, something most people would never even be able to glimpse. And most of all, I wanted to see if I could pull it off. However I still thought of myself as male, my body was stuck between the two worlds. Could I REALLY be a woman for the evening? Fool everyone around me into thinking I am something I'm not? I stared blankly at Julia while these thoughts flashed through my head. Slowly, I nodded. "Okay, but only tonight. Tomorrow we get back to work and try and fix this." Julia positively beamed back at me "Ohh, you are so not going to regret this!" she exclaimed, and dissevered back into the hallway before returning with a couple of shopping bags. "I picked up a few thing at my place, and also stopped in a lingerie store on the way here" she explained "I thought a new set of clothes would be necessary." "But first!" she continued, pulling a large purse out of one of the bag and revealing its contents, "Makeup!" I stood a while, transfixed. Of course accepting Julia's plant meant makeup, but my brain hadn't gone there. "I - I don't really know how to put that stuff on Julie," I stuttered looking down at my feet. Once again, Julie smiled, walking towards me. "That's why I'm going to do it all for you, make you a pretty little princess." I blushed, I had never been called a little princess by anyone, and the idea alone was terrifying. But I played along. She moved me back into the bathroom and sat me down, pointing my face upwards towards hers and getting to work. She started by pulling out diverse tools from her bag and applying them to my face. Mascara, Eye- liner, Blush, and other I couldn't name. I found the whole experience strange but Julie seemed to be enjoying herself immensely, humming softly and occasionally stepping back to judge the progression of her work. We'll need a nickname for you if we're to go out tonight," she remarked. "Something more girly." I sat and thought for a second, "I like Katie" I responded timidly "Katie it is!" she beamed, bringing the finishing touches to my makeup. She bought out a bright red lipstick. "Open wide", she ordered. And applied it gently over my lips. I mimicked her mouth a couple of time to be sure that it was correctly places finally smacking my lips. "All done!" said Julie, stepping back and admiring her work. She then made me stand and placed me in front of the mirror. I gasped. In the mirror, a wide eyed redhead stared back. My face was still mine but my features had softened beyond what I thought possible. All semblance of ruggedness had gone along with facial hair. My sharp jawline had melted, leaving an oval shaped face staring back. Next to my petite, upturned nose, my eyes fixed and darted back and forth, in an innocent fashion. Framed by a dark green liner, and fluttering eye- lashes. My lips seemed fuller, though it might have been the makeup. Their sheer redness contrasting with my pale skin. I removed my shirt, inspected the rest of my body in full for the first time since this morning. Really observing, and not trying to measure and document changes, as I had this afternoon. I had continued to morph throughout the day. Leaving me with a noticeable feminine shape. My waist had slightly tightened, giving me a slight hourglass figure. My body hair had disappeared, replaced by a film of fluff over my pale skin, with the exception of a small dark red patch above my groin. The cramps and tension in my chest had driven my breasts to a modest C cup size, now perfectly adjusted to my shoulders, which had once more shrunk. All these changes had bought my body - with the exception of my dick - much closer to that of a woman's than that of my once-burly self. There was no other way of saying it, I was beautiful. For the first time I thought about how other would think of me, with a bit of effort I could be with anyone - any girl, I caught myself. There were many hot girls out, ready to experiment with the same sex. I now knew I could pull it off. The thought of Sapphic wonders caused a stirring in my groin. "Well, what do you think?" asked Julia tentatively. Interrupting my thoughts. "I - Umm - It.." I stuttered "It looks great!" I smiled back. Julia beamed, she turned and her hands dived into one of the bags, rummaging for a second and finally bringing out a set of black women's underwear. "You might want to put these on, before we go out. I sized you up this morning, it should fit okay, even if you have lost - and gained - a few sizes, but it should make you more comfortable going out." She wasn't wrong, my breasts were over a size larger than they were earlier today and I could now constantly feel them hanging, jiggling with my every movement. I raised a tentative hand, gently taking the soft material from Julia's grasp. I inspected them, both were made of semi-transparent black lace. I brushed my finger against the materiel, gauging the softness. "Try them on!" Julia edged me onwards. I gently repositioned the bra in front of me, passing my left then right arms through the shoulder straps. I struggles with the hooks, before Julie came to my aid, adjusting the underwear to accommodate my perky breasts. I looked down, the bra had pushed up my breasts, giving me a distinct cleavage. I ran my fingers down from neck, until it neatly fit between my two boobs. I rubbed it in and out for a couple seconds enjoying the feeling. Looking back to the mirror was even more satisfying. With the bra had given my chest shape, pushing the upwards and forward. I quickly exchanged my boxers for the lace panties, admiring myself along the way. I turned and looked backwards, checking out my butt. I had never really payed attention to it before, but now, its round, smooth form filled the underwear perfectly. Without realising it, I altered my position, arching my back ever so slightly, making my ass more prominent. However well the panties fit on my backside, the same should not be said of the front. Looking down, a visible bulge protruded from the materiel leaving a fraction of an inch between my panties and my skin, and between it, my cock. Julia slapped my ass. "NOW we're getting somewhere." She returned to her bag once more, this time taking out a long green dress. "Now THIS is the icing on the cake." I gently reached ou and catches the fabric of the dress as Julia passed it on to me. The fabric was soft, and flexible, more than anything I had worn as a man. I rotated it around, trying to work out the form, before burying myself inside it. As I emerged the other end, arms passing through the holes, I stared back at myself in the mirror. The emerald green dress clung to my skin, accentuating the shape of my body, I passed my bear arms past along the hips testing their space. The dress stopped little above my knees revealing my hairless legs to the air. I stared at my chest for several seconds the dress revealing more than I bargained for, as my cleavage was now clearly visible. "God Katie, you're so hott!" Julia exclaimed. I turned, the same could be said about her. While I had been changing had adorned a lighter, sexier garb. A plain white shirt hung from her shoulders, ends tied together above her waist, leaving her belly button exposed. It was adorned by a small open leather vest, left open. Her shirt was also heavily unbuttoned exposing her generous cleavage. Unnaturally large breasts pushed up together by a bright red laced bra, not unlike my own. Her hips were covered by jean shorts, perfectly filled by her generous ass and leaving her long, tanned legs exposed all the way down to her stilettoes. With the couple of extra inches added to her height, she was now on par we me. I looked back up at her face, and our eyes met. Her makeup seemed even more daring than mine, her luscious lips covered in a thick layer of pink gloss. Her blue eyes clearly stood out, framed by fake eyelashes and dark mascara. Above them, her light-blonde hair was pulled back into a couple of cute pigtails. She took a step forward and adjusted my dress to better emphasize my cleavage. Her hands slipped along the bra, moving the straps until she was satisfied. Her fingers followed the strap downwards until she reached under my breast. I let out a sharp breath as her hand passed by my nipple. Julia looked up at me licking her lips. Her hand attention returned to my chest, her hand, originally attending to the bra was now palping and measuring my breasts. She slowly cupped my left boob, slightly squeezing it and making me release a deep moan. She slid her hand in deeper, and her fingers reached my areola, at first caressing around it and finally reaching the nipple. My eyes closed and she slipped behind me, breasts pressing against my back as she played with my tits. Her other hand squeezed my buttocks and reached along my leg, sliding up it until she reached my panties. I mewled as her fingers slid into my panties, reaching down. She firmly bought her fingers past my cock, to my now hairless balls and started playing with them as she kissed my neck. My mouth was now open, letting out heavy breaths as I enjoyed the sensation. "We're gonna have so much fun tonight." she whispered in my ear. Her hand grabbed my rock hard cock and squeezed it, all while continually tweaking my nipple. Slowly she moved her hand up and down along the shaft. My hands tried to join hers, helping her release the building pressure as she stroked my rod. She slapped them away, leaving my hands hanging before I grabbed the cloth from my dress, starting to writhe as I felt my orgasm build. Waves of heat were emanating from my belly, and my body started shaking. Julie was rapidly tugging at my cock her mouth now nipping my neck. Suddenly, she stopped, removing her hand from my penis and giving my nipple a last squeeze before leaving my bra. I groaned, feeling empty from the attention she was giving me. "I was soo close!" I moaned. "Please, just a bit more." Julia bought her hand up to her mouth, tasting the precum I had spread over it. "But Katie," she said, calling me once again by the name of my feminine persona. "I'm just setting you up for this evening. It would be a shame to lose all your energy now..." I groaned gently as I felt the orgasm subside. I felt so horny, in need of a release. Before I could protest again, Julia took my hand and kissed my cheek. "If you're a good girl, I can promise you the orgasm of a lifetime later," she whispered, her face pressed against my ear. I took a deep breath, blushing. I knew perfectly well would do with those fingers and lips. And however I felt about her little power play and her calling me "Her little princess", playing along would pay off, big time. I smiled back at her, readjusting my underwear and we left the flat. We decided on going to the local nightclub, "The Cube", somewhere I would usually avoid. But if I wanted to show off my body there was no better place. Also, if was only a couple of minutes' walk away from Julia's place, so once the evening over, the real fun could commence within instants. We walked there hand in hand with Julia, stilettoes clicking against the ground. I had never been as aware of other people's attention I was now. Heads tuned and eyes stared, leaving me with immense satisfaction. Anytime I caught someone I adjusted my walk, adding a sway to the hips or slightly curving my back. Under my dress, my cock was rock-hard and jutted out against the fabric. Beside me, Julia was seeming exceedingly pleased with herself as she walked beside me, she had noticed every time I had stuck out my backside for a passer-by, widening her cheeky smile each time. After a brief walk we arrived at the nightclub, and, unlike the times I had occasionally come, we had no problem entering. The doorman opened the door wide, and slipped a glance down our cleavage as we passed by. Inside, the party had already started, electronic music shook the crowded dancefloor. I took a second to stare at the mass of people before Julie grabbed my hand and guided me forward. We slipped between the crowd before reaching the bar, where she ordered two cherry martinis. Any average time I would have ordered a pint, never would I have thought of the couple of pink cocktails coming our way. Once arrived I took mine in hand, pressed against the bar, and gently sipped eyes darting around the dancefloor and Julies body. The drink was sweet and rich, leaving me slightly dizzy, it would seem that my change in composure had also affected my resistance to alcohol. Once finished I crushed the liquor infused cherry between my teeth and walked to the dancefloor with Julie. Several heads turned as we passed by, leaving me with an intense feeling of satisfaction. "Oh my god, you're enjoying this aren't you?" Julia remarked, stopping. I blushed, stuttering to find my words, "No - I - Just - ..." "It's okay you know: to have fun" she approached whispering in my ear "You know you can have any of them, I won't be jealous." she let out a quick drunken giggle "I stared back at her, lost for words. "There's a couple of hunks here though, feel like giving them a peek?" I blushed even deeper, my face burning up as images flashed through my head again, of grinding and humping and fucking. Julia stared into me as she had on the sofa as the pictures flashed past my drunken eyes. I finally broke the gaze, "I dont know Julia, all I know is that I want you, past that...." I trailed off, too afraid on speaking out the fantasies buried inside me. Julia laughed and kissed me deeply, before grabbing my hand once again, and guiding me through the crowded room. Once Julie had reached the exact centre of the dancefloor she turned towards me, shaking her body to the hypnotic beat. I joined her in rhythm, making my hair sway back and forth, moving my legs and swaying my body. After a while I caught up with my dance partner's ease with her body and developed more complex moves, swing my hips to the beat. Several songs passed, multiple times some guy approached us that Julie sized up and rejected. Julia and I regularly went back and forth to the bar, downing cherry martinis or other cocktails. We danced together like wild animals, grinding and kissing whenever we felt like it. We both seemed to have a limitless energy, barely ever stopping for brakes. And always quickly returning to the dancefloor, and teasing each other. As the night went on, my libido was rising, along with my alcohol levels. At one point, a body started to grind against my back, hands grabbing my hips. Head spinning, I let myself go with the feeling enjoying the attention, gently grinding back. I thought it was Julie's body slipping against my back. Until it took me a second to realise it want I could even feel a protrusion rubbing against my butt. I quickly turned to see a blonde man, approximately my age, hands reaching out towards me. I took a step away, the idea of being attractive to males frightened me, but somehow forced a deep blush from my cheeks. I gently pushed him back weirdly aroused and confused, a disappointed look crossed his face as I searched around for my partner. The man shrugged, and turned back towards a group of teenage girls dancing a few feet away. I rushed back to the centre of the dancefloor, blurry eyed, trying to find my partner. However she was nowhere to be seen. I stood there for a minute, looking around for a head of honey blonde hair. Suddenly she appeared from out of the crowd, both hands carrying a new set of martinis. She was also accompanies by someone, a tall muscular figure. Dark hair and eyes with a sharp jawline and broad shoulders. Spotting me at last Julia game out a small cry, she grabbed the man by the shoulders bulling him down had talked over the music in his ear. She then danced towards me, handing out the drink. "What was that about?" I inquired. "Nothiiiing!" she responded, giggling. I looked back, but the boy accompanying her had disappeared from sight. I tried to search the crowd, but Julie directed my face towards her own, enveloping me with an intense kiss. Tongues and bodies rubbing together, for all to see. We spent another hour dancing and drinking. We spent several songs grinding against one another, exchanging passionate kisses, breaking only to breathe. My cock was now jutting out from under my dress, rubbing against Julia's belly as we danced. Once the heat became unbearable, we broke our kiss, both breathing heavily and staring into each other's face. "Shall we go to your place?" I asked, panting. Julie nodded slowly her sparkling eyes fixed into mine. We slowly departed the dancefloor, once again, turning heads as we went. Arriving near the exit, Julie turned to me. "Stay here," she said mysteriously. I saw her plough back through the crowd until she reached the bar. Eventually she rejoined the tall man I had saw her with earlier, they seemed to exchange a few words and nods, once both glanced back in my direction, and I had the suspicious feeling they were talking about me. Finally Julie placed something in his hand and reached up to his face landing a quick kiss on the lips. She swiftly returned to me, slightly blushing and with a mischievous look on her face. Before I could ask who the man was and what had she given him, she pulled my face to hers, thrusting her tongue between my lips. Her hands grabbed my sides and held me there as our tongues rubbed together. At last she broke the kiss, "Let's get going," she panted. We started walking back to Julias, bracing each other by lust and drunkenness. Twice we halted out pace as each other's fingers slipped under our clothes, leading to a building anticipation and an avalanche of soft moans. After what seemed like forever, we arrived at Julies, opening the door and collapsing upon one another in a pile of giggling lust. We made our way across the floor, fingers stripping each other's clothes. I lay back against the side of her bed as she continued to kiss me, her hand slipped up my inner thigh until she reached my groin, and I let out a moan as our kiss broke. Julia started kissing down my neck, sucking my supple skin, she loose