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I woke up early the following morning, with a mixture of nerves and
excitement at the prospect of meeting Melissa later. Allen was still
sleeping beside me, and I lay a still as I could as I didn't want to
waken him up. We had had sex twice last night and I was relieved to
have woken up without the horniness that usually plagued my mornings.
I lay thinking about what to talk to Melissa about tonight, where we
could go to? My thoughts were interrupted by a big hairy arm reaching
around and cupping one of my boobs, "Good morning Princess," he said,
as he snuggled up to me, I cringed as he caressed my breasts, and
could feel his erect penis against my ass cheeks. I turned round to
face him, my huge breasts now squashing up against his flat hairy
chest. He kissed me full on the lips, then starting kissing my neck.
"Fancy a quickie before work?" he asked, as his hand reached down
searching out the folds of my vagina. When I felt like this the last
thing in the world I wanted was sex, the very idea repulsed me, and I
also new from past experience that a "quickie," from Allen meat just
that, and there would be no chance I would reach orgasm. I would
simply be little more a cum collection point for a few minutes. But I
also new from past experience that refusing the request would lead to
Allen sulking, and there'd be a time, probably soon, when I'd be
wanting sex from him.
"Of course honey," I replied with a smile, as Allen continued to
finger me before squatting over me and plunging inside me. I tried my
best to think about Melissa as Allen fucked me, although my heavy tits
bouncing about on my chest kept bringing my back to my current
predicament. All to predictably Allen finished up inside me before I
was anywhere near orgasm, but as his warm salty load squirted inside
me, I just felt relief he was finished so I could go shower and get
ready for my day.
After my shower I stood drying my hair with a towel wrapped round me.
Allen kissed me and said his goodbyes as he left for work, leaving me
to get ready for my day at the office, and my later meeting with
Melissa. In my head all I could think off over and over again was
Melissa saying, "It's a date," as she agreed to meet me after work.
"Was it a date, like a real date?" I asked myself. Deep down inside I
knew it was probably just a figure of speech, but my 17 year old male
self kept hoping she meant a real date. I'd spent the last couple of
years day dreaming about going on an actual date with Melissa, but I
never thought it would be in the circumstances I found myself in.
"I should be wearing jeans t shirt and sneakers on a date with
Melissa," I thought bitterly, as I sifted through my underwear drawer
looking for a comfortable white bra, finally settling on a lacy white
underwired one that gave me plenty of support. In my head, I really
wanted to look and seem as masculine and possible for the meeting with
Melissa, but as I reached inside the large bra cups and adjusted my
breasts so they were comfortable, I knew this would be all but
impossible. I don't think I could really look any more feminine, my
breasts, hips and ass, my fake nails and long false eyelashes, long
dyed and highlighted blonde hair, all just screamed femininity.
Over the last few months I'd found myself almost accepting being a
woman, if not exactly embracing it, but after last nights encounter
with Melissa, I desperately wanted my male body and masculinity back.
I wanted to feel the bulge in my pants, not the warm wet void I
currently had. I wanted to wear a t-shirt without worrying about how
it made my boobs look. I didn't want to have to endure the
uncomfortable, tight restrictiveness of a bra and the constant and
often painful bounce and sway of breasts that were far too big for my
small body. I wanted to wear jeans, not a skirt, and comfortable
sneakers on my feet, not high heels, which as well as being
uncomfortable reminded me of my situation with the noise they made
with every step I took.
I sat on the chair by my vanity table, and after pulling on a pair of
white satin panties, opened a new pair of tan pantyhose and pulled
them up my smooth legs. Getting dressed like this had now become
second nature, but today it felt worse than normal. I took out a white
short sleeved blouse from my closet and put it on, and like most of my
blouses, the buttons only just closed over my enormous bust. I stepped
into my new skirt, and pulled it up, before sitting down to sort out
my hair and makeup. As was normal for work days, I pinned my hair up.
I hated having long hair, and hated it when it blew around my face,
and then started on my makeup. I really was unsure what to do with my
makeup, did I trowel it on in an attempt to look prettier for Melissa,
or did I keep it minimal and less feminine? In the end I decided for
something in between, as I knew I would probably reapply it when I
finished work so that I looked fresh.
As I applied the third and final coat of mascara onto my long fake
lashes, and finished adding the lip gloss to my light pink full lips,
the reflection that stared back at me was as far removed from the 17
year teenage boy I wanted to see staring back as was possible. I
grabbed my large black shoulder bag I took to work and started
stocking it with everything i would need, makeup, tissues, perfume, my
cigarettes and lighter, femfresh, and a spare pair of panties that I
always carried now incase my horniness got out of control. Every
single item was a horrible reminder of this unwanted female body I now
occupied. I walked over to my shoe rack and got my navy blue stilettos
I wore for work, set them on the floor and stepped into them, using
the mirror to see what I was doing as my protruding chest obscured my
view when I looked down. I put on my name tag above my left breast,
and noticed with dismay how my light white blouse was so flimsy, you
could make out the flowery pattern on the cups of my bra and my back
strap. Slinging my bag over my shoulder i set off, with the sound of
my heels clicking ringing in my ears.
Work itself took its normal course, we had lots of visitors in, which
meant making lots of teas and coffees, which as I mentioned before
always humiliated me more than any other task. Wiggling around the
office with a stupid bimbo smile asking if they wanted milk and sugar
and carrying drinks to guys in business suits while I wore a skirt,
blouse and heels was soul destroying. I tried to ignore the men who
were ogling me, some seemed fixated on my tits, others on my legs or
my huge ass. Unfortunately there was no way of hiding any of it from
them, and I had no alternative but to put up with it. At least, unlike
the night club I was in, they kept their hands to themselves. Whilst
in the kitchen washing the cups and mugs I overheard two men
discussing myself and Molly. One of the visitors had asked a manager
who we were, to be told that "Molly was the younger one, and Janice is
the older blonde woman with the massive tits", with the discussion
going on to debate the merits of who between me and Molly would be the
best fuck. I felt so humiliated to be described that way, but what
could I do. Thats just how guys seen me. A blonde woman with massive
tits! I took even more offence when they described me as old!
When my work day finished I went straight to the bathroom to freshen
up for my meeting with Melissa. Handbag sat on the side by the mirror,
I took my makeup out and went to work on my face, trying my best to
make myself look younger and to look good for Melissa. As I stood
there, perched on my 4 inch heels reapplying some blush to my cheeks,
I started to feel teary again. Why had this happened to me? Why? Why?
Why? I was a guy, I was a seventeen year old guy I thought bitterly as
I twisted the bottom of my lipstick to see the light red stick emerge.
Putting makeup on had become second nature to me over the past few
months, but right now it felt even more alien than ever to have to put
it on.
I drove over to the diner that I had agreed to meet Melissa in, and
was delighted to see she was already there. She immediately stood up
to meet me and gave me a hug "Hi Michael," she whispered in my ear as
we hugged. I felt my breasts push up again her and she rubbed my back
with her hand. As I stepped back, the irony wasn't lost on me as I
observed how we were both dressed. Melissa wearing black ripped jeans
and sneakers, with a "Bon-Jovi" t-shirt, her shoulder length dark hair
tied in a loose ponytail and no makeup, while I stood there in a
skirt, blouse and stilettos and full makeup. I went to the counter and
bought us two cokes, and sat down at the table. Melissa laughed as she
saw me use a straw. "Don't be ruining that lipstick!" she said with a
giggle and I felt my face flush red.
We spent the next hour or so talking about old times, school,
classmates, teachers as well as tv shows and bands we both liked.
Melissa was very tactile often holding my hand across the table or
rubbing my arm, which was causing me to get overly aroused, but as I
got aroused, I also started to feel sad, because as much as the
fantasy in my head involved being with Melissa, it was a cock I
needed, and I knew deep down as long as I was stuck in this body then
Melissa could never fulfil my sexual needs. We discussed my situation
again, and agreed that we would both go and see Mrs Harris when she
returned from the school trip next week, to try and work out some sort
of way of swapping back. For the first time in months I got my hopes
up that maybe I would get my body back again, and that soon I would be
the one wearing jeans and t-shirts, and Melissa the skirt and heels
when we went on a proper date.
Pretty soon the diner started to fill up. It was a popular hangout
place for a lot of people in our school, and we were soon joined by
some of my old classmates. It was hard to describe the humiliation and
shame I felt as I sat there while they all chatted about school and i
had to pretend to be Melissas aunt. My embarrassment was magnified
further when two of the guys who were wolf whistling me on my walk
from the hotel after my night with Danny arrived. It was clear that
they recognised me as they were whispering to each other and kept
looking over. I recognised one of them as the guy who retrieved my
bank card from the machine. I no longer wanted to be in the diner, and
Melissa to her credit seen how uneasy I was. "Why don't you get
yourself home," she said, and I agreed. She rubbed her hand on my
nylon clad leg under the table, which made me shudder with excitement.
I leaned back on the seat to reach for my handbag which was behind me,
but this movement put some added pressure on the buttons of my blouse
and I felt the one covering the fullest part of my bust pop off and
fly across the table, giving everyone a chance to check out my bra! I
quickly stood up in an attempt to protect my modesty, as the guys
sitting on the next table started to laugh. Melissa stood up to stand
in front of me to try and shield the view, and I hurried out of the
diner to my car, my heels clicking loudly on the tiled floor and my
arm trying in vain to cover my chest as I went.
A few days later I was sitting in the salon when I heard my phone
buzzing in my bag. I had just finished getting my nails done in a
french manicure style with a square cut. They seemed a little longer
than usual, but I put that down from going from a stiletto shaped nail
to a more square shape. I was also in the middle of getting my blonde
hair coloured and highlighted, so I reached into my handbag and took
out my phone. I expected it to be Allen, but it was Melissa sending me
a message to say that she was meeting Mrs Harris tonight and she would
collect me on the way so we could talk about the book and try and get
my body back. I messaged back straight away to agree. I hadn't even
seen Mrs Harris in my old body for weeks, and she has stopped
answering my texts months ago, but I'd put that down to her being busy
and not having any new updates, although deep down I knew she probably
hadn't even looked at the book again.
Melissa was collecting me at five o'clock, and with Allen due home at
seven, I was caught between trying to look good for meeting Melissa,
and sexy enough for Allen when he get home that he would want to fuck
me, as the previous two nights he was so tired from work I got no
action and I really didn't think I could cope with a third night of no
sex, as my horniness was starting to dominate my every thought again.
I decided to wear a blue and white scoop neck summer dress that came
to my knees, along with a pair of blue 4 inch heels that matched the
blue in my dress. My hair looked perfect from the trip to the salon
earlier, and I did my makeup in a classic evening look that I thought
made me look younger, with pink glossy lipstick, and lots of eye
makeup and volumous mascara thickly coating my long false lashes.
When Melissa's car pilled up on my drive I went out to meet her. I had
expected to be just going next door to my old house, but Melissa told
me we were meeting in a park a short drive away, so I got in the
passenger seat. "You're looking very pretty and feminine, do you
always dress up and have your makeup done?" asked Melissa with a
puzzled look on her face.
I didn't really have an answer for that. I hated how i was dressed,
how my hair and makeup looked, how I came across to other people, but
I didn't want to tell her the truth, that my horniness compelled me to
try and look good so i could get relief.
"Allen is taking me out for dinner later and he'd expect me to make an
effort," I lied, hoping that would be the end of the conversation.
We made small talk on the drive to the park, and when we got out at
the parking lot, Melissa called Mrs Harris to see where she was. "Shes
over at the picnic area," said Melissa, putting her phone back in her
pocket. The picnic tables were a few minutes walk from the car park,
but unfortunately for me, it meant walking on un even paving and a
football pitch, which in sneakers wouldn't have cost me a thought, but
in 4 inch stilettos, it was very slow going, especially as I felt my
heels sinking in to the soft grass, before finally giving up and
taking them off and walking barefoot across the grass.
When we got the picnic area i put my heels back on. Mrs Harris was sat
on her own at the furthest table from the path and when she looked up
she seemed momentarily shocked to see me with Melissa, before she
smiled at us. "Hi Melissa, Hi Janice," said Mrs Harris standing up to
hug Melissa, while I took a seat.
"Look Michael, Or should I say Auntie Janice, I know everything,
Michael has told me about the swap, which explains a lot," Melissa
said, as she took a seat beside me. "Has he now," replied Mrs Harris,
although she didn't seem shocked or surprised "So you couldn't keep
our secret," she said facing me. It was so weird staring at my old
body, I felt intimidated and scared as I looked at my old body, and I
desperately wanted a cigarette to calm me down, but I was determined
not to smoke in front of Melissa.
"Have you tried to work out how to reverse the spell?" asked Melissa
who seemed to want to take control of the situation.
"Of course I haven't," replied Mrs Harris with a smug look on my old
face. "Why would I do that?" she continued.
I looked from her to Melissa, and Melissa seemed a bit stuck for
something to say, before Mrs Harris stood up and sat on top of the
picnic table before continuing to speak. "Do you think all this was an
accident? Are you both really that stupid? The book, the spell, the
swap, I did it all, I planted the book, I made you think you cast the
spell you foolish boy. I was sick of my life, I was sick of the
boredom of being an ageing trophy housewife. I married Allen when I
was seventeen, and although he's a lovely man, I had fallen out of
love with him. I no longer wanted to have sex with him, be around him,
I wanted to go and live my life, to be free, to be young again. I
wanted to go to college, to have a young fit, healthy body. I was
given a power as a child by my grandmother, a power that could only be
used once. I had the power to switch bodies and lives with one person
at any stage of my life. And believe me, there have been plenty of
times I have thought about changing with lots of different people, but
my grandmother had warned me not to use it until I was a lot a lot
older, and a lot wiser. And unfortunately Michael, it was your life I
have chosen, your young fit body. But I also had the power to make
changes to you. My sex life with Allen was practically non existent
the past few years, but before I swapped we started having regular sex
again, and when I swapped bodies, I gave you a sex drive of 10 times
the average female. You might have noticed!"
Mrs Harris burst out laughing at this point, as myself and Melissa sat
and listened, stunned! "Why don't you tell Melissa why you're always
nicely dressed and take care of your nails and makeup, Michael," she
continued, emphasising my male name. I was so shocked I couldn't speak
as Melissa looked at me. "Oh, I'll tell her then, You see Melissa,
your friend Michael, sitting there in his lovely summer dress and with
his nice makeup, is addicted to sex. He just cant get enough. And to
make things worse for him, after the spell was cast, he cant
masterbate, he cant relive himself, he's totally reliant on getting
fucked by a man to get some relief!"
"Oh my God, is this true Michael?" asked Melissa, with a horrified
look on her face. "I nodded, fighting back tears, my male pride
refusing to let them see how upset and emotional I was. I tried to
speak but no words came out as my lipsticked mouth opened and closed.
"You fucking bitch!" Melissa screamed at Mrs Harris, "Turn him back,
turn him back now!" her face contorted in an angry rage and tears of
frustration flowing down her cheeks.
Mrs Harris laughed again. "Even if I wanted, I couldn't, but I think
Michael is enjoying his new found femininity," she said as she took
her mobile phone out of her jeans pocket.
"Why don't you tell Melissa what happened at the bar a few weeks ago
Michael," Mrs Harris continued. I stared at her in total shock. "How
the fuck do you know about that?" I replied, feeling my face flush
with embarrassment.
"Oh, I have my ways," she replied. "When you were in the hotel bar I
got access to Dannys room and set up some surveillance equipment, here
have a look," she said hitting play on the phone, as the screen filled
with me being taken doggy style by Danny, my face staring right at a
camera I didn't know was there, my huge tits swinging under me, as I
screamed like a porn star and tried in vain to close my arms around my
tits to stop them swinging.
Melissa looked from the screen to me and back again, before Mrs Harris
moved the video on further to show footage of the following morning
and me giving Danny his titty fuck. "Melissa please, it's not my
fault, I don't want to do any of this, I just want my old body and my
life back," I said, now unable to control the flow of tears.
Melissa hugged me tight. "Michael I know this isn't your fault, we can
try and fix this," she said trying to reassure me, but I knew deep
down there was nothing I could do. Mrs Harris lifted the phone up and
put it back in her pocket. "Better hope Allen doesn't see this," she
said sneering at me. "He'd throw your ass out on the street, and then
what would you do?"
I slumped on the seat defeated, acutely aware of how my huge ass felt
on the seat, and stared down, only to be greeted with the sight of my
enormous cleavage.
"I also warned you not to tell anyone about this swap Michael," Mrs
Harris said. "And as you have gone and told this interfering little
bitch, there has to be a consequence. What that consequence is will be
entirely up to you though."
"What sort of consequence?" asked Melissa and I almost in unison.
"Well, I'm going to give you a choice Michael, and you have five
minutes to make your mind up, you can talk it through with your little
friend if you want. Since we have seen in the little videos that you
clearly love having sex and love using your new boobs, the choice is
this. I'm going to cast a spell on you, and it will be either to
increase your sex drive by another 50%, won't that be fun, or, I can
increase the size of your tits by another cup size. Whichever one you
want, you must ask me nicely to arrange for you, because if you don't
ask nicely for one or the other, I will double your sex drive AND
increase the size of your tits by two cup sizes, so the choice is
yours.
"I'm going to go sit in my car and call my new girlfriend, but when I
come back, I expect you to ask me very nicely for either bigger boobs
or a hornier body." Mrs Harris then got off the table and walked
towards her car, leaving Melissa and I sat in stunned silence. I
looked at Melissa.
What the hell am I going to do?" I asked Melissa between sobs. "My god
Michael, I don't know, it's such a mess. We need to get out of here."
"I can't just leave Melissa, I don't want both, I don't think I could
cope, it's hard enough already. My body is constantly horny and I hate
my tits, they're already far too big and heavy," I replied, holding
Melissas hand in mine. "What do I do? What do I ask for?"
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