The Sexual Education BluesChapter 10 Woody and Crystal
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The Blue Crystal
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This is my first story, so please be gentle.
This is the story of a blue crystal that grants 2 wishes that can be
undone if you do not like the results. Sounds perfect, right? Not so
fast...
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I loved my former girlfriend. Well, I guess I still do, but she just
isn't my girlfriend anymore. Now, we're just really good friends, and
I guess I am okay with that, all things considered.
On a scale of 1-10 Missy would have been an 11 in my book. I know
every guy looks at a girl differently, and what may be an 11 in my book
may be nothing more than a 5 in someone else's book. But for me, it's
my book that counts, and she was, and I guess still is, everything I
considered perfect in a woman.
She had it going in every way, looks, charm, attitude, and oh yea, in
the bedroom. She was about 5 foot 6, relatively thin with just enough
meat to grab hold of. She had pert little "B" size breasts and
straight golden-brown hair that fell just below her shoulders; It
almost glowed in the sunlight. And she had the sweetest voice that any
angel would be envious of.
Missy was very smart, but also polite and ladylike. But that all
stopped at the bedroom door. Under the covers she liked to play the
part of a demure little airhead that needed to be satisfied. But once
things got hot she turned into an animal who liked to fuck me into
exhaustion until we crumpled together into a pool of sweat.
Perfect in every way, and yet she is no longer my girlfriend. Yea,
this is where things get a bit complicated.
It started out a few days ago. I came home from a pretty rough day at
work and being pretty beat, headed straight to bed. Sometime later on
that evening, Missy strolled in, got undressed and curled up next to me
in bed. Tired as I was, my dick instantly detected a naked woman up
against me and was rock hard in an instant. I woke up, rolled over and
we were face to face. She was smiling as my rolling over also brought
my rock-hard cock up against the moist slit between her legs. She
reached down and guided the tip just inside her and that was enough.
Within moments we were fucking like rabbits. I'm glad I rent a single
room house because if we were in an apartment I am sure the neighbors
would have complained from all her screaming and moaning. And the bed
banging against the wall surely would have woken somebody up.
But we were totally alone... so we fucked and fucked and fucked.
Finally exhausted, I dismounted from her and rolled over, panting as if
I had just run a marathon. After a few minutes and my breathing back
to normal, we just laid there holding each other. I ran my hand up her
stomach and across her breasts. Her skin was perfectly smooth and felt
like silk.
Ever so gently I stroked her breasts. It was then I noticed the
crystal. It was at the end of a necklace and the most radiant blue. I
asked her about it since it was a piece of jewelry she had never worn
before.
She said it was a magical crystal. It would grant the wearer two
wishes. It wasn't powerful enough to change the world or anything like
that. But it was just powerful enough to make a few changes in the
bedroom. I asked her where she got it and how she knew it was really
magical. She answered that it really didn't matter... in either case.
What did matter is it would give her the opportunity to make things
even more perfect than they already were. The upside was that each
wish was totally reversible. If you didn't like the changes just wish
things back and it's a done deal. Everything back to normal and it
doesn't even cost you your second wish.
"Neat!" I said. "But there's got to be a catch, there's always a
catch."
She said there were a few drawbacks, but relatively minor. You cannot
undo somebody else's wish. The person casting the wish must undo it.
You also cannot use the second wish to make changes to the first wish.
And if the recipient of the wish orgasms, all changes stop at that
point and become permanent.
"That doesn't seem to harsh," I said.
She said, "Yea," and then asked me if I wanted to give it a go.
I asked her what she meant.
She asked what she should wish for. If I could have anything I wanted,
make any changes to her or our love life no matter how small, what
would I want.
I thought for a moment and then told her that I was drawing a blank and
that she and what we had were about as perfect as I could imagine, and
I would be afraid of tampering with perfection.
She seemed a little crestfallen at my words. I think she wanted to
tease me and please me with this magic, but I didn't bite.
I kissed her gently.
I then reached down and held the crystal in my hand. As I looked at
the crystal, I told her that from all I have ever heard you should be
wary of magic and you rarely get out of it what you really wanted in
the first place. More often than not, the results made things worse
than they were before.
She said she was hesitant of this magic crystal as well, at first. But
when she learned you can undo a spell with no repercussions, what would
be the harm?
"I guess," I said. "But still I wouldn't make any physical changes,
but I think I could do with a bit of knowledge."
She just laid there with a quizzical look on her face.
I then elaborated. I told her that sex was fabulous for me, but I just
didn't know how it was for her. Was I pushing all the right
"sensitive" buttons.
She told me not to worry, and that I did a pretty good job of finding
and pushing all the buttons that needed to be pushed.
"Just pretty good?" I asked. "I'd like to do a lot better than pretty
good. I think that is what I would change if I could change anything.
To have a more intimate connection, to really know what you felt. Oh,
I don't really know how to say it. I just wish I knew what you felt as
a woman, and how you felt when we made love. I wish I could really
know what it was like from a girl's perspective."
All of a sudden there were two pops in succession. Like two flashes
from an old-fashioned camera going off one after another. When my head
cleared, and I looked down, the crystal in Missy's necklace had turned
perfectly clear.
"SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!" I heard her yell. "That's a wish you don't want!"
And with that she ripped off the blankets and grabbed my cock and began
yanking it as hard as she could. I could feel myself suddenly getting
light-headed and couldn't quite grasp the reality of the situation. I
was beginning to drift out of reality. As I faded I could still feel
her stroking and yanking my cock as hard as she could and screaming,
"CUM! Dammit!!" Almost like a paramedic performing CPR. "CUM
Dam......". And I drifted off into the blackness.
I could smell coffee.
My eyes were still a bit blurry, but I smelled coffee.
"Welcome back sweetie," I heard Missy say in her melodic voice.
As my vision came into focus, I saw her sitting on the edge of the bed
holding a cup of coffee.
"Can I?" I said, reaching out for the cup.
"Of course," she said, handing it to me.
I sipped the coffee, and as it worked it's way into my system I started
to become more alert and aware of my surroundings.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Well, in a nutshell, first you wished to know what and how I felt as a
woman and when we made love. That in and of itself wouldn't have been
a bad wish. You would have gotten just about everything you wanted.
But the second half of your wish was a lot more damaging. You wished
to know what it felt like from a girl's perspective. Unfortunately, to
truly know things from a girl's perspective, well, you need to be a...
well..."
"Girl?" I said completing her sentence.
With that my free hand reached under the blankets and found that the
wish had done its work while I was out and in la-la land, and that
there was nothing between my legs except a cleft with a sensitive nub
nestled in the upper-most folds.
"But wait a minute!" I stated. "YOU were wearing the crystal. Why did
it respond to my wishes?"
"Because it was in your hand at the time," she said.
"I tried to stop it" she continued. Getting an orgasm stops the magic,
and I tried to get you off before the changes took hold, but the magic
was just too fast, and you were just too limp from just having sex a
few minutes before. I tried to get you off, but it didn't get stiff;
it didn't even try. Your dick just kept getting smaller and smaller
until it just wasn't a dick anymore and I felt my fingers start to
penetrate you and, well, just 'ewww'."
"What do you mean 'ewww'?" I asked.
"I love dick. I especially loved YOUR dick. But I'm just not into
other girls. I just don't swing that way. Sure, I love touching my
own pussy, but another girl's pussy... ewww, yuck!"
"But I'm not a girl!" I responded.
"Sweetie, If you have a dick, you're a man. If you have a pussy,
you're a girl."
At that point she pulled back the blankets to expose my fingers playing
with my clit.
Gesturing at the current genitals between my legs she states, "Right
now, you have a pussy."
Not wishing to se me playing with my new pussy, she pulls the blanket
back over me.
"Okay, you have a good point, as usual..." I stated. "But didn't you
say a wish could be undone?"
"I don't think it's that simple," she said. "You see, you wished for
what and how I felt as a woman. Well, if you feel the way I do,
then...." She paused. "Okay, let's try it another way."
She stood up and slipped off her panties and sat in bed next to me.
"Play with my pussy."
I looked at her quizzically.
"Come on, you've done it a hundred times before. You have never
resisted sticking a finger or two up inside me. Playing with my clit
and labia. Go ahead."
I laid there, still fingering my own pussy, playing with my own clit.
But I cold feel no desire to reach over and play with hers.
"You see. I'm straight" she said. "Therefore, if you feel like I do,
you are straight too and have no desire to be with another woman, even
me. But, I love playing with my own pussy. I love getting myself off
as much as you used to love getting me off. Obviously, you are still
fingering your new pussy and enjoying it, so I can assume I am right
again. And lastly, and maybe worst of all. I love playing with my
pussy, I love having a pussy, and wouldn't change a thing about myself.
I love being a girl."
"Which means, "she continued, "that, more than likely, you're going to
find you love being a girl now too, and like me, have no desire ever to
have a dick of your own."
Searching my mind, I find every word she is saying is true. Yes, I can
undo the wish if I want to, but I am finding that I cannot convince
myself that I do want to. I want to be a woman, stay a woman... and
have a pussy. I find the idea of having a cock attached to me between
my legs... well, actually repulsive.
But then something dawns on me.
"How can we be lovers if we are both women and not attracted to each
other sexually?"
"Simple," she said, "we can't."
At that point, it was my turn to be crestfallen. A tear began to fall
from my eye.
She reached up and wiped away my tear. "Don't worry sweetie. I'm
still here for you and we'll get through this together. "Here, I got
you a gift while you were sleeping. I figured with the changes you
would be going through, you might need it to adjust."
She handed me a box as she stepped out of the room saying she was going
to make us some breakfast.
She then stopped and turned back to me. "When you feel up to it, we'll
go out and buy some new clothes. I think you'll find you enjoy clothes
shopping much more now. Then we'll head out to the college and head
down fraternity row. I hear it's not too difficult down in that area
to find some young stud willing to fuck you silly. Maybe then you will
get the answer to that other part of your wish, what fucking feels like
from a girl's perspective."
The turned and left the bedroom, pulling the door almost closed behind
her, but leaving it open just a crack.
I opened the box she gave me and found a long smooth metal cylinder. I
instantly knew what to do with it. I placed the rounded tip between my
legs and slowly pressed inwards and I penetrated my new vagina for the
very first time. As I gently stroked it in and out, in and out I could
only imagine how much better it would be to have a real man with a
throbbing cock slamming himself in and out of my pussy. The thought of
this made me finger my clit. Lightly at first, but then harder and
harder...
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In the kitchen, Missy was putting whipped cream and strawberries on
some freshly made pancakes thinking to herself that she has just lost
the best boyfriend, and best dick she has ever had. Suddenly it dawns
on her. If the first wish was cancelled, then he could cancel the
second wish because he would no longer have her traits and, perhaps,
might be able to entertain the option of becoming a man again. But as
she heard moaning coming from the cracked bedroom door she realized
that option had just evaporated. The girl in the bedroom, her now
former lover, would never be a 'he' again.
With a half-smile and shake of her head Missy says to herself, "I hate
it when I am right."
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