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Mark and Emma MARK MAGIC WAVE I was a single man of thirty years, standing tall at six feet and one inch. My calm demeanor, decisive nature, and unwavering moral principles were a few of the many qualities that defined me. I lived in a cozy two- room apartment with my beloved companion, Emma, a two-year-old red cocker spaniel, who was the most affectionate and devoted dog I had ever met. One evening, as I settled into my armchair with a book, a strange wave of magic swept through my apartment. Before I knew it, Emma was no longer the furry red creature I had come to know and love, but instead a beautiful young woman with bright red hair, clad in a smart pantsuit. I was taken aback by the sudden transformation, but my surprise quickly turned to concern as Emma appeared confused and unsure of her new surroundings. Despite her human appearance and newfound intelligence, her canine personality remained intact, and she still referred to me as "Master". "Don't worry, Emma," I said, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I'll help you make sense of all this. We'll figure it out together." I promised to assist her in navigating the complexities of human life, from finding a job and a place to live, to offering financial support and advice. But despite my reassurances, Emma did not seem pleased with the prospect of leaving my side. "Master," she said, her eyes downcast, "I don't want to leave you. I love you too much." My heart swelled with love for my devoted companion, and I reassured her that our bond would always remain strong, no matter what form she took. From that moment on, I was determined to help Emma adjust to her new life as a human, even as I struggled to understand the magic that had brought us to this strange and wonderful place. *** EMMA FRUSTRATION I was once a red cocker spaniel, but now found myself in the form of a human woman. Despite my new appearance, my devotion and obedience to my Master, Mark, remained as strong as ever. My love for him was boundless, and my foremost priority was to protect him from all harm. As I sat beside Mark on the couch, I mustered the courage to share my deepest desires with him. I shared with him my hopes for the future. I told him of my unwavering devotion and love for him, and my desire to protect him from all dangers, just as I had done in my past life as a dog. But there was more, much more. I wanted to be Mark's wife, to bear him children and to love and cherish him for all eternity. I promised to be the best wife in the world, to be faithful and understanding, to stand by his side no matter what. Mark listened patiently, but his response was not what I had hoped for. He told me that as a weak 5 feet woman, I would not be able to protect him as I had as a dog. He also spoke of the ethics of our relationship, and how it was not appropriate for us to consider a marriage. I was disappointed, heartbroken even. "Master," I pressed, "I am sure of my feelings for you. If you like my appearance, there is no obstacle for us to be husband and wife." Mark agreed that I was indeed beautiful, but his answer was final. He could not fulfill my wish and instead told me that I needed to learn to be an independent person. He would help me adjust to human life, but we would sleep separately, with him in his bedroom and me on the small sofa in the living room. My heart was heavy as I lay on the sofa, my thoughts consumed by my unfulfilled desires. Despite Mark's reassurances and promises to help me, I couldn't shake the sadness and disappointment that weighed on me. As the night wore on, I thought about my future as a human, and the future I had hoped for with my Master. I was filled with uncertainty, but also with a love that would not be deterred. I would do my best to learn and grow, and to prove to Mark that I was capable of being the wife he deserved. *** EMMA MY WISH As I lay on the sofa, my mind racing with thoughts and emotions, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of confusion and uncertainty. Everything had changed so quickly, and I wasn't sure what the future held for me and Master. But as I lay there, lost in my thoughts, a strange and wondrous thing happened. A magical creature appeared before me, in the form of a small cloud of sparkling particles. Its voice was soft and gentle, and it spoke to me with a tone of apology and regret, addressing me as "God's innocent being". It seemed that the creature had not intended to turn me from a beloved dog into a human woman. It was a mistake, and for that, the creature apologized. And as a form of compensation, it offered to grant me any wish I desired. It could turn me back into a dog if that's what I wanted, or it could help me fulfill any other desire I had. I thought about the offer carefully, weighing my options. Turning back into a dog was out of the question; I had tasted the freedom and independence of being a human, and I didn't want to give that up. But what I really wanted was to be with my Master, to protect him and be a loving partner to him. So, I made my wish, with all the sincerity and devotion in my heart. "I wish to be able to protect Master," I said, my voice trembling with emotion. "I wish for us to be a happy couple and raise our children together." The creature nodded, telling me that my wish would be granted gradually over the next few days. And then, with a sudden burst of energy, it sent a new magical wave through the sleeping Mark. I watched with bated breath as the wave passed through him, but he seemed to be unchanged. Still sleeping peacefully, he gave no indication that anything out of the ordinary had happened. And yet I knew, deep down, that things were changing. That our future together was slowly but surely taking shape. The creature bid me farewell, disappearing back into the ether from which it had come. I sat in stunned silence for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. But then, with a sudden surge of hope and determination, I rose from the sofa and walked over to Mark's bed. He was still sleeping soundly, his breathing slow and even. And as I sat there, looking at the sleeping form of my Master, I couldn't help but feel a sense of hope and anticipation for the days to come. I knew that it would be a journey full of challenges and obstacles, but I was ready to face them all. With a smile on my face, I made my way back to the sofa and settled in for the night. And as I drifted off to sleep, my heart overflowing with love and gratitude, I knew that my life would never be the same again. But in the best possible way. *** MARK THOUGHTS I woke up that morning with an obsessive thought that I had never experienced before. I couldn't help but wonder what it was like for Emma to turn from a dog into a human, not just any human, but a beautiful woman with a gorgeous body. My imagination ran wild with thoughts of soft, sensitive breasts, smooth skin, and seductive curves. I was entranced by the idea of having a sweet, feminine face that elicited sympathy and goodwill from all who saw it. These thoughts were both confusing and exciting to me. As I made my way to the kitchen, I was greeted by the delicious scent of a hearty breakfast that Emma had prepared, complete with fried meat and eggs. She was still dressed in the same pantsuit from the day before, her only clothing for now. As we sat down to eat, I found myself unable to resist asking Emma about her new sensations and experiences. My curiosity was intense, but I tried to be delicate in my questioning. "Emma, I have to know. What is it like to be in your new body?" I asked, unable to contain my excitement. She was willing and eager to share, and she described to me the new sensations and experiences that came with her transformation. She spoke of the differences in her sense of touch, taste, and smell, and the difficulties she faced in adjusting to her new form. "It's strange, Master," she said, "I have all these new body sensations, but my sense of smell is not as acute as it used to be." I listened intently, fascinated by her words. I couldn't help but imagine what it must be like to be in her shoes, to experience the world in a completely new way. As she spoke, I found myself becoming aroused by the thought of being in her place, of having a female body with all its softness and sensitivity. I couldn't shake the image of myself with big, round breasts and smooth skin. "Emma," I asked, my voice low, "what do you think of your new appearance?" She hesitated for a moment before answering. "I am still getting used to it, Master. I do not have a fully established opinion yet, but I am grateful for the opportunity to experience the world in a new way." I nodded, understanding her perspective. It was a lot for her to take in, and I was grateful that she was willing to share her experiences with me. As we finished our breakfast and the conversation came to an end, I was left with a sense of longing and confusion. I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have a female body and all the sensations that came with it. *** MARK LINGERIE As I drove to the store to buy Emma some clothes, my mind was consumed by thoughts of my morning fantasies. I couldn't shake the feeling of excitement and arousal that came with imagining myself as a woman, with a soft and sensitive body, and all the sensations that came with it. I had never experienced anything like this before. As a straight hetero- oriented man, I had always been attracted to women, but never had I dreamed of being one. And yet, the more I thought about it, the more I found myself drawn to the idea. It was as if a new part of me had been awakened, and I couldn't resist exploring it further. When I arrived at the store, I set about buying a variety of casual clothes and shoes for Emma, who was still dressed in the same pantsuit from the day before. I walked up and down the aisles, searching for the perfect clothes for Emma. I picked out a variety of casual outfits, from comfortable t-shirts and shorts to flowy skirts and blouses. I even found a few pairs of cute sandals and sneakers to complete her new look. As I was shopping, I came across a rack of lacy women's underpants and I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to wear them. I envisioned a smooth, feminine crotch that the briefs would fit snugly around, highlighting my wide hips and plump buttocks. I imagined my crotch becoming wet with arousal, and the panties becoming damp. To my surprise, these thoughts were pleasantly exciting. I found myself becoming aroused, and I couldn't shake the image of myself as a woman. As I made my way back home, I was still trying to make sense of these new feelings and desires. When I arrived, Emma happily welcomed me back, and for a moment, I forgot about my strange thoughts. As I sat across from Emma over a cup of tea that evening, I couldn't help but worry about her lack of legal documents. In the eyes of the state, she simply didn't exist, and I knew that this was a big problem. "Master, don't worry about it," Emma said, trying to reassure me. "I don't need documents. I can just stay at home forever with you." But I knew that I couldn't allow that. I wanted Emma to be a self- sufficient person, with a legal status that would allow her to live a full life. I couldn't bear the thought of her being trapped in a life of limitations because of her lack of documentation. After our conversation, I took a shower, and as the hot streams of water flowed over me, I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have breasts. I pictured myself as a woman, gently lathering my breasts with my hands, feeling their softness and the pleasant tension that would come from my touch. These thoughts were too much for me to handle, and I found myself becoming aroused, unable to resist the urge to pleasure myself. The climax was powerful, but it left me feeling empty and unfulfilled. As I lay in bed that night, I couldn't stop thinking about the problem of Emma's legal status. I felt a deep sense of responsibility to help her, but I didn't know where to start. I was torn between my desire to help her and my fear of the unknown. I tossed and turned, unable to find peace as I grappled with these conflicting emotions. I knew that I had to find a solution, but I also knew that it wouldn't be easy. Finally, I drifted off to sleep, but my dreams were filled with worries and uncertainties, as I struggled to find a way to help Emma get the legal recognition she deserved. *** MARK MAGIC IS STILL HERE I woke up feeling rested but worries of Emma's legal status had been weighing on me. I got dressed and made my way to the living room, where I found a complete set of documents in the name of Emma Robinson on the table, with photos of her on them. I was shocked and amazed. How did these documents appear out of nowhere? I quickly turned to Emma, who looked just as surprised as I was. "Emma, do you have any explanation for this?" I asked, pointing to the documents. "I have no idea, Master," she replied, shaking her head. "This is magic." I had to agree with her. It was the only explanation that made sense. It seemed that my strong desire for a solution to Emma's problem had been perceived and fulfilled by some kind of magic. "I think you're right," I said, still in awe of the situation. "I was thinking about this problem before going to bed last night, wishing that it would somehow be solved. And now these documents have appeared." "It seems that some of the magic from the wave is still present in our apartment," said Emma, her eyes shining with excitement. "And it seems to be reacting to our desires and fulfilling them while we sleep." I was amazed by her insight. It was as if she had a natural understanding of the magic that surrounded us. I agreed with her, and we spent the morning discussing the possibilities and implications of this newfound power. As we sat down to have breakfast, I suddenly became aware of a discomfort in my shirt. It felt like the coarse linen was rubbing against my nipples, and it was starting to hurt. I quickly unbuttoned my shirt to see what was going on. To my shock, I saw that my nipples were swollen and slightly enlarged. I looked down at my chest, and to my horror, I saw that there was no hair on my chest or arms. I ran to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror, and I was even more shocked by what I saw. My old self was still there, but without the stubble on my face or the hair on my torso, arms, and legs. My face had become a little softer and more feminine, and my nipples were slightly swollen and larger. I was stunned. Had the magic in my bed last night been reacting to my fantasies as well? Had it partially fulfilled them while I was sleeping? As I stood in the bathroom, staring at my altered reflection, Emma walked into the bathroom with a worried look on her face. "Master, what's wrong?" she asked, noticing my distress. I hesitated for a moment, feeling embarrassed by the strange changes that had occurred to my body overnight. "I... I had some fantasies last night," I stammered, feeling a little embarrassed. "I was imagining what it would be like to have a woman's body, with big, soft, sensitive breasts. It seems that the magic in my bed last night was reacting to my fantasies as well, and it started to fulfill them." Emma looked at me with a deep desire to help. "There's nothing to worry about, Master," she spoke softly, taking my hand. "The magic will do whatever you want it to do. If you want your hair back, it will bring it back. And if you want to continue exploring these new desires, the magic will fulfill them for you." Her words did manage to calm me down a little. Emma was so devoted to me that she would never criticize me, even if she thought I was doing something strange or wrong. She was only concerned because I was concerned. "I find your fantasies wonderful, Master," Emma continued. "I am enjoying my new female body so much, with all its pleasant sensations. So, I can understand why you fantasize about having such a body for yourself." "I am intrigued, Emma," I said, eager to hear more. "Please tell me more about your experience with your new female body." Emma smiled and continued, "It's so cool to have big, soft breasts that respond to every touch, and a clitoris that brings such delicious physical sensations. It's one of the most sensitive parts of the body. Just the slightest touch can send shivers down your spine. It's amazing." I felt my face grow hot, but I couldn't deny the intrigue that I felt. "What about breasts?" I asked. Emma smiled. "Oh, breasts are wonderful, Master. They're so soft and pliable, and they're perfect for cuddling. And when you're aroused, they become so sensitive that the slightest touch can make you gasp with pleasure." I couldn't help but feel a rush of desire at her words. I had never imagined feeling this way before. "What about having a vagina?" I asked. Emma's eyes lit up. "Oh, having a vagina is the best, Master. It's so warm and inviting, and it feels amazing when something is inside of it. And when you have an orgasm, it's like the whole world disappears and all that's left is pleasure." I listened intently as Emma spoke about her new female body, her voice filled with wonder and excitement. I couldn't help but feel a mixture of shame and fascination as she described the softness of her breasts, the pleasure of her clitoris, and the sensations of her vagina. As she spoke, my mind began to wander, and I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have those parts on my own body. I imagined myself with big, round breasts, feeling their weight and softness in my hands. I pictured myself with a wet and sensitive vagina, feeling the pleasure of each thrust during sex. Emma's words only fueled my fantasies, as she described how comfortable and cute the female body is. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have a female face, with all its soft and delicate features. I imagined myself with long hair, feeling it brush against my skin as I walked. But as much as I was drawn to these fantasies, I also felt a sense of confusion. I had always identified as a straight man, and these new desires seemed to contradict everything I thought I knew about myself. Yet, Emma's words continued to captivate me, and I found myself longing to experience what she was describing. As she spoke about the pleasure of her clitoris, I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have one of my own, to feel the rush of pleasure with each touch. "But there is one thing I don't like about my new body," said Emma. "What's that?" I asked, intrigued. "It's so weak," she said, her face clouding with concern. "I can't protect you like I did when I was a dog. I would rather be a man, so that I could be strong and able to protect you from various dangers." I found her wish amusing, and I was glad that she had reacted so easily and with understanding to my fantasies. "Don't worry, Emma," I said, smiling. "I'm sure that you'll learn how to be strong in your new body, and that you'll be able to protect me in other ways." "I hope so, Master," she said, her eyes filled with uncertainty. *** MARK TEST I spent the rest of the day at home with Emma. She was fascinated by the world of the Internet and spent hours exploring it from the comfort of our living room, surrounded by computer screens. As she delved into this new world, I found myself in my bedroom, lost in thought. My mind was consumed with the strange and unfamiliar feelings that had overtaken me since the magical wave had swept over our apartment. I was terrified by the changes that were happening to my body, but at the same time, I couldn't help but be fascinated by them. As I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, began to imagine what it would be like to have a woman's body. I pictured myself with long, flowing hair, and smooth, soft skin. I imagined myself with big, round breasts that would bounce and sway as I walked, and with a tiny waist that would make my hips look even wider. But as much as I was drawn to these fantasies, I was also frightened by them. I knew that the magic in my apartment was powerful, and that the changes it wrought were uncontrollable. I didn't know if I could handle the sudden and unexpected transformations that would occur whenever I allowed myself to indulge in these desires. And so, I made a decision. I would try to reverse the changes that had already happened to me. I needed to know that I could control the magic, that I could make it do what I wanted it to do. If I could do that, then later I could allow myself to fully explore these newfound desires. I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. As I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I felt a sense of shame and embarrassment. My nipples were still slightly swollen and sensitive, and my chest was completely devoid of hair. I ran my hands over my chest, feeling the softness and smoothness of my skin. But as I did so, I also felt a rush of arousal. It was as if my body was responding to my touch, sending a wave of pleasure through me. I quickly withdrew my hands, feeling guilty and ashamed of the pleasure I had experienced. I made my way back to my bedroom and sat down at my computer. I spent the rest of the day trying to figure out how to reverse the changes that had happened to me. I read countless articles and watched countless videos trying to find a way to control the magic, and found nothing similar to my case. As the evening wore on, I felt a deep sense of longing to be back in my old body. I wanted to wake up in the morning and feel like myself again. I longed for the stubble on my face, the hair on my chest and arms, the weight of my masculine body. And so, I fell asleep with a strong desire to wake up in the morning in my former, completely male form. I dreamed of my old body, of its strength and power, of its familiarity and comfort. And as I slept, I hoped that the magic in my apartment would grant me this one wish, this one small reprieve from the strange and unpredictable changes that seemed to be overtaking my life. *** MARK CONFIDENCE I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock ringing. I groggily reached over to turn it off and rubbed my eyes, still half-asleep. But as I looked around the room, something seemed different. And then it hit me: I was back in my old body. I quickly got out of bed and ran to the bathroom, where I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My unshaven face looked back at me, and the hair on my chest and arms was back. I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the familiar weight of my masculine body. I couldn't believe it - I had managed to control the magic in my apartment. I felt a sense of satisfaction and power, knowing that I could undo any changes that had occurred. I couldn't wait to tell Emma the good news. I made my way to the living room, where Emma was sitting at the computer, scrolling through endless pages of websites. As she turned to look at me, her eyes widened in surprise. "Master, you're back to your old self!" she exclaimed, jumping up from her seat. I grinned, feeling a sense of pride. "Yes, I managed to control the magic," I said, feeling a newfound confidence. Emma looked at me with admiration, her eyes shining with affection. "I'm so happy for you, Master," she said, wrapping her arms around me. As we spent the day together, I felt a sense of ease and contentment. Emma listened to everything I said with rapt attention. And as I looked at Emma, who had turned into a beautiful woman, I felt a sense of attraction that I had never experienced before. She looked at me with tenderness and adoration, and I realized that I was slowly starting to fall for this woman who had once been a dog. When the day wore on, I couldn't help but be drawn back to my fantasies of becoming a woman. But this time, the thoughts no longer frightened me. I knew that I could control the magic, that I could make it do what I wanted it to do. As I lay in my bed, my thoughts were consumed by the idea of becoming a woman. I couldn't shake the image of myself with big, round breasts, full of milk, ready to nourish my baby. The thought of carrying a child under my heart and giving birth filled me with a sense of wonder and excitement. I closed my eyes and imagined what it would be like to be surrounded by my loving children, to be gentle and sensitive, to give them kindness and tenderness. I envisioned myself as a mother, tender and caring, providing comfort and love to my family. The thought of being a woman was not just about the physical changes, but about the emotional and psychological transformation as well. I was also drawn to the idea of being sexually desirable. I imagined how it would feel to have a man's hands caressing my curves, exploring the softness of my skin, and the sensitivity of my nipples. I thought about the pleasure I would experience during sexual intercourse, with a man's body fully immersed in mine. As I continued to dream, I became more and more aroused by the idea of being a woman. I couldn't help but touch my own nipples, imagining what it would be like to have them swollen with milk. I ran my hands down my chest, imagining the softness of my breasts, and the pleasure I would experience when someone touched them. I became more and more lost in my thoughts, imagining every detail of what it would be like to be a woman. I thought about the beauty of pregnancy, the way my belly would round and grow as my child grew inside of me. I imagined the joy of feeling my baby's first kicks, the excitement of hearing his first cries. That night, as I lay in bed, I closed my eyes and made a wish. I knew that I could control the magic, and so I decided to try it in two steps. I wished that in the morning, I would be reduced to Emma's height, my physique becoming fragile like hers, and that I would have small female breasts. I wanted to leave my face recognizable for now, and only give it a more feminine look. As I drifted off to sleep, I felt a sense of excitement and anticipation. I couldn't wait to see what the magic would bring. *** MARK NEW MORNING I woke up to a feeling of weightlessness. I rubbed my eyes and looked down at my body, only to see that my T-shirt hung on me like a nightgown. I quickly made my way to the bathroom, my heart racing with excitement. As I stood in front of the mirror, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My physique was now more frail, with narrower shoulders and slightly fuller hips, although not yet feminine. I gazed at my face, still recognizable, but now more feminine than masculine. My chest, once flat, had developed into a small but noticeable A-cup size. And my manhood, once a source of pride, had halved in size. My scrotum had also decreased, almost retracting into my body, and my testicles were no longer palpable. I cleared my throat, testing my voice, and was amazed to hear it had become higher. I woke up Emma, who had spent the night on the couch, and she got up, stretching her arms. She was now the same height as me, no longer just a petite woman, but now someone I could see eye to eye with. I had lost over a foot in height, now standing at a mere 5 feet tall. Concern etched her features as she studied me, and I could see her trying to piece together what had happened. "It's okay, Emma," I said softly, sensing her worry. "These changes, I wanted them. I wished for them." Emma's expression softened, and I saw genuine concern and love in her eyes. My heart swelled, and I suddenly felt the urge to kiss her. As our lips met in a gentle, tender kiss, I wrapped my arms around her waist and felt her hands slide up to my shoulders. The feeling was overwhelming, and I finally fully realized, that I perceive Emma as a human person, someone who was incredibly close to me and devoted to me. Our caresses were gentle, and I felt a deep connection forming between us. Her right hand wrapped around my left breast, and I let out a slight moan of pleasure. The sensation was incredible, and I felt a rush of desire and excitement run through my body. As the kiss deepened, I also wrapped my hand around Emma's breast, feeling her soft curves under my fingertips. Our kiss became more passionate, and I felt the heat of our bodies intensify. Emma let out a soft moan, and I knew that we both wanted more. As Emma and I cuddled, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation and excitement. I knew that tomorrow my transformation into a woman would be complete, and I would finally be able to experience the world in a whole new way. I was filled with a sense of happiness and contentment, but my thoughts soon turned to my documents. I quickly found them and was relieved to see that my photos had magically changed to match my new feminine appearance. A mountain fell from my shoulders. The only thing I had unconsciously feared was that along with the changes, I would lose my identity. But it seemed that reality was automatically changing to match these changes. I was still Mark, but with a new, more feminine form. *** MARK A PLAN I lay in bed, my mind racing with excitement and anticipation for what the future held. The magic in our apartment was about to transform me into a woman, and I couldn't wait to experience all the sensations that came with it. I imagined myself with long, flowing hair and a curvaceous figure, moving with a grace and elegance that I had never known before. But my thoughts quickly turned to Emma. Our kiss had brought us closer together, and I felt a deep sense of trust and support from her. As I imagined myself as a woman, I couldn't help but think that I would need a man who I could rely on for everything, someone who would selflessly love and protect me, who would help me navigate this new world of women's sensations. Emma was the best candidate for this role. She had always been there for me, through thick and thin, and I knew that I could count on her no matter what. But then I remembered her own desires - her longing to be a tall and strong man who could protect me. A sudden realization struck me. Perhaps the magic in our apartment could fulfill not only my desire to become a woman, but also Emma's desire to become a man. It seemed like an ideal solution. We could both experience the world in a way that we had dreamed of, and we could do it together. As I lay there, lost in thought, I felt a stirring of desire for Emma. I knew that she felt the same way, and our kiss had only confirmed it. *** MARK HOPES AND DREAMS As Emma and I sat together, talking about our desires and hopes for the future, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and wonder. "Emma," I said, turning to her, "I know that you have a desire of your own, to become a strong and tall man." She looked at me with a mixture of excitement and sadness. "Yes, Master," she said. "I want to be able to protect you, to keep you safe from harm. But it seems that the magic only responds to your desires, not mine." "I understand, Emma," I said, squeezing her hand. "And I promise to try to help you become a man tonight. We'll sleep in my bed, and I'll make sure to focus my desires on your transformation." Emma's eyes filled with gratitude, and she hugged me tightly. "Thank you, Master," she said, throwing her arms around me. "I will do everything in my power to become the man you need." "I trust you completely, Emma," I said, meeting her gaze with a warm smile. "You are my devoted, loving, and obedient friend. The thought of having a such man by my side, who can caress and gratify for my future female form, calms me down." We spent the rest of the day lost in our hopes and dreams for the future, imagining a world where I was a beautiful and graceful woman, and Emma was a strong and confident man. Our connection for each other only grew stronger with each embrace and kiss. As the night approached, we made our way to my bed, eager to see what the magic would bring. I wrapped my arms around Emma, holding her close, and closed my eyes, focusing my thoughts and desires on my and her transformation. *** MARK DESIRE I lay in bed with Emma, holding her close and focusing my thoughts and desires on our transformation. I could feel the magic surrounding us, and I could sense that it was waiting for me to make my desires known. I closed my eyes and let my imagination run wild, envisioning the changes I wanted to see in both of us. First, I focused on Emma's transformation into a tall handsome man with a deep and confident voice, few inches taller than my old self. I imagined him with brown hair and with brown eyes, with broad shoulders and narrow hips, a well-built athletic figure with well-defined muscles. I saw him as someone who could keep me safe and secure, a true partner in every sense of the word. Next, I turned my attention to myself. I envisioned myself as a beautiful and graceful woman, with long, flowing brown hair, with wide hips and C-cup size breasts. I imagined my face as soft and delicate, with thin features and big, brown soulful eyes that you could drown in. I saw myself as a woman who was both intelligent and beautiful, who could turn heads wherever she went. As I continued to focus on these thoughts, I felt myself getting carried away. I began to imagine a life filled with love and passion, with Emma as my devoted and loving husband. I pictured the two of us, with our transformed bodies, embracing each other in a fiery embrace. In my mind, I saw myself as an intelligent, delicate, considerate, soft, and modest woman in everyday life, but in the bedroom, I was a completely different person. I was hot, uninhibited, and passionate lover ready for any experiments. My body was hypersensitive, easily aroused, and I received great pleasure from sex with my husband. I envisioned myself experiencing delicious physical sensations with each touch, each caress, each kiss. I saw myself as a woman who was in touch with her desires and who loved to explore them with her husband. I saw Emma as a man who was equally passionate about sex, with a potency that was unmatched. But I also saw him as someone who was faithful and gentle, who was always there for me, emotionally responsive and supportive. I imagined him as a man with a big fat cock, who was easily aroused, reaching orgasm quickly, but just as quickly recovering from it, who was always ready for more. As I lay there with these thoughts running through my mind, I felt myself getting lost in a sea of desire and excitement. I dreamed of hot and passionate nights spent in each other's arms, exploring each other's bodies, and discovering new heights of pleasure. As I fell asleep, my thoughts were consumed by these images, and I dreamed of them all night long. I dreamed of being a woman, of being in bed with Emma, of exploring every inch of our bodies, and of experiencing the most intense physical sensations. I dreamed of our love, of our passion, and of the life we could build together. I dreamed of a life filled with love and passion, where Emma and I were transformed into the perfect lovers, each perfectly suited to the other's needs and desires. And as I drifted off to sleep, I could feel the magic surrounding me, waiting to bring my desires to life. I knew that tomorrow would be a new day, a day filled with new possibilities and new adventures, and I fell asleep with a smile on my face, eager for the morning to come and see if our transformation was complete. *** MARK AWAKENING I woke up to the sound of the birds singing outside my window. The sun was shining, and I felt a warm, peaceful feeling in my heart. As I rubbed my eyes and looked down at my body, I was amazed at what I saw. My once-masculine physique was now a thing of the past, replaced by the curves and contours of a beautiful woman. I had long, flowing hair cascading down my back, and my breasts were full and firm, with large nipples that were already beginning to tingle with pleasure. I could hardly believe it. The magic in our apartment had done it - I had been transformed into the woman of my dreams. I couldn't wait to explore every inch of my new body and discover all the sensations it could offer me. I turned to my side and saw Emma lying next to me, still asleep. She had transformed into the man I had imagined, tall and muscular with chiseled features and a strong jawline. I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and admiration as I looked at him, sleeping peacefully beside me. Carefully, so as not to wake him up, I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. What I saw took my breath away. My face was now delicate and feminine, with thin features and large, innocent eyes that sparkled with excitement. My body was slender and toned, with a narrow waist and wide hips that swayed gently as I moved. And of course, my breasts - they were the epitome of femininity, large and round and begging to be touched. My hands roamed over my body, exploring every curve and contour. I ran my fingers over my breasts, feeling their fullness and elasticity. The sensation was incredible, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan of pleasure. My body was hypersensitive, and every touch sent waves of pleasure through me. I turned around, admiring my figure from every angle, and I was delighted to find that it was just as perfect as the rest of me. My butt was round and firm, with just the right amount of curve to make it look irresistible. I ran my hands down my thighs, feeling their smoothness and softness. I turned back to the mirror, examining my new genitalia, and was relieved to see that I had been granted a neat, perfect vagina, just like the ones I had always admired in women. It was a source of great satisfaction to know that my new body was exactly as I had imagined it. I couldn't help but smile at myself, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction wash over me. This was who I had always wanted to be, and now, thanks to the magic in my apartment, I had finally achieved my dream. I wanted to kiss myself in the mirror, to feel the softness of my lips against my own. I leaned in closer, my breath fogging up the glass. My heart was pounding with desire, and I couldn't resist any longer. I pressed my lips against the cool surface of the mirror, feeling the electricity run through my body. I closed my eyes and imagined what it would be like to kiss a man, to feel his lips against mine, to be held in his strong arms. But as I turned to leave the bathroom, I realized that I wasn't alone. Emma was standing in the doorway, staring at me with a mixture of awe and desire. I couldn't help but blush, feeling self-conscious for the first time since my transformation. But as I looked into her eyes, I saw the same desire and longing that I had felt before, and I knew that I wanted her just as much as she wanted me. We moved towards each other slowly, our eyes locked in a deep, intense gaze. And then, suddenly, our lips met in a passionate embrace that sent shivers down my spine. As we kissed, I felt a surge of desire and excitement run through my body. Emma's hands were exploring every inch of me, touching me in ways that I had never been touched before. I moaned softly as she pinched and squeezed my nipples, feeling them grow harder and more sensitive with each passing moment. But our desire for each other was more than just physical. As we moved closer, our bodies entwined in a passionate embrace, I felt a deep sense of connection and trust that I had never experienced before. Emma was my partner, my lover, my soulmate, and I knew that we were meant to be together forever. As we collapsed onto the bed, still wrapped in each other's arms, I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and excitement. The magic in our apartment had brought us together, transforming us into the perfect match for each other's desires and needs. *** MARK COWGIRL I ran my hands over Emma's chest, feeling the hard muscles underneath his skin. I traced the lines of his abs, feeling the ridges of each individual muscle. I felt a thrill of excitement run through me as I reached down and wrapped my hand around his flaccid member, feeling its length and girth. I was filled with a sense of awe and desire, and I knew that I wanted to experience this new body in a more intimate way. I straddled him, positioning myself so that my hips were over his. I felt his hands on my hips, guiding me, helping me to find the perfect angle. As I began to move, I was filled with a sense of power and control. I could feel the sensations building inside me, a sweet ache that was growing with each stroke. I rode him, my hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. I felt his hands on my breasts, his fingers caressing my nipples, sending waves of pleasure through my body. As the intensity grew, I began to move faster, harder, taking him deeper with each stroke. I could feel my body responding, my hips bucking, my nipples hardening. I was lost in a sea of pleasure, and I knew that I was close. I let out a scream of ecstasy as the orgasm washed over me, my body convulsing with pleasure. I felt Emma's hands on my hips, holding me steady as I rode out the waves of pleasure. I collapsed onto him, my body spent, my heart racing. As we lay there, tangled together, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude and contentment. I was filled with a sense of happiness and satisfaction, knowing that this new body was mine, and that I could explore it and enjoy it in any way I wanted. *** MARK PURE JOY I lay there in bed, my body still tingling with pleasure from the orgasm that Emma and I had just shared. I couldn't believe that I was a woman now, with a body that was soft and feminine, with curves and contours that were meant to be explored and enjoyed. As Emma got out of bed and headed to the bathroom, I couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking. Was she as amazed as I was by the transformation that had taken place? Did she feel the same sense of wonder and awe that I did? I couldn't stand the wait, so I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom door. I leaned against the wall, my heart racing with anticipation, waiting for Emma to come out. As I stood there, lost in thought, I felt a stirring of desire in my body. I remembered the way that Emma's hands had felt on my skin, the way that her lips had felt on mine, and I couldn't resist the urge to touch myself. Slowly, I reached down and ran my fingers over my newly formed vagina, feeling the slick wetness that was still there from our earlier lovemaking. The sensation was incredible, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan of pleasure. As I stood there, lost in my own pleasure, the door to the bathroom opened, and Emma stepped out. He was breathtaking, with a body that was chiseled and muscular, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. I couldn't help but feel a sense of desire and longing as I looked at him, and I knew that I wanted him just as much as he wanted me. He approached me and I wrapped my legs around his waist, clinging to him as he held me up. I felt his hard body press against me, and I could feel the heat of his desire radiating from him. I looked into his eyes, and I could see the same passion and desire that I felt reflected in them. He began to penetrate me, and I could feel him filling me completely. I moaned with pleasure as he moved inside me, his hips grinding against mine with each powerful thrust. I could feel the pressure building inside me, and I knew that I was close to orgasm. I reached up and grabbed his neck, pulling him down to me so that I could kiss him. Our lips met in a fiery embrace, and I could feel the heat of our passion intensifying with each passing moment. I could feel myself getting lost in the moment, and I surrendered completely to the sensations coursing through my body. As we continued to move together, I could feel the intensity of our passion reaching new heights. I felt myself being lifted higher and higher, until I was consumed by a powerful orgasm that left me shaking with pleasure. I held on to Emma tightly, savoring every moment of our encounter. Finally, as we both stood there, spent and satisfied, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and passion that we shared. I knew that I was the luckiest person in the world to have a man like Emma, and I could probably be with him for the rest of my life. *** MARK NEW LIFE I couldn't believe how different everything looked now that I was a woman. Clothes that I had just bought for Emma has been magically changed to fit me perfectly, accentuating my curves and highlighting my new, feminine features. I felt like a completely different person, like I had been reborn into a new body that was finally mine. Emma looked just as happy as I did, his masculine frame filling out my old men's clothes (slightly changed by magic to fit her) perfectly. He wore a loose-fitting shirt and zipped jeans that hugged his muscular legs, emphasizing his strong, masculine build. I couldn't help but admire his beauty, the way he moved with such grace and confidence in his new body. As we ate, we talked about the changes that had taken place. Emma told me about how it felt to have a man's body, and how he was enjoying the newfound strength and power that came with it. I told him about the pleasures of being a woman, and how every touch and sensation felt more intense and electrifying than ever before. We were both happy with our new bodies and sensations, and we marveled at how the magic in our apartment had brought us together in such an unexpected way. After breakfast, I remembered to check our ID cards. I picked up the documents and saw that our photos now matched our new bodies. My heart was pounding as I looked at my new name - Mary. It was as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders, and I felt lighter and freer than ever before. I handed Emma her documents, and he studied them with interest. He grinned when he saw his new name - Adam - and I could see the pride in his eyes. We were no longer Mark and Emma - we were Mary and Adam, a new couple with a fresh start. And then I saw it - our marriage certificate. It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck me, and I felt a surge of joy and happiness that I had never experienced before. Adam saw the tears in my eyes and wrapped his strong arms around me, holding me close. We were married, legally and officially. Our transformation had brought us closer together, and now we were bound by law as well. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pure joy and contentment, knowing that I had found the person I was meant to spend my life with. As we stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, I couldn't help but admire Adam's powerful, tall male body. He was stunning, with a confidence and strength that radiated from his every pore. I was lucky to have him, and I knew that we were meant to be together forever. I pulled away from Adam and knelt down. My breathing quickening as I reached for the zipper of his jeans. My fingers trembled as I pulled down the zipper, revealing the bulge of his manhood beneath. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. Slowly, I leaned forward, taking his manhood into my mouth. I felt the heat of his flesh against my lips, the taste of his excitement filling my mouth. I moved my mouth up and down, using my lips and tongue to tease and tantalize him, to bring him to the brink of ecstasy. As I worked my mouth, I could feel Adam's hands on my head, guiding me, encouraging me. He was breathing hard, his body tense with desire, as I continued to bring him closer and closer to the edge. Finally, with a deep groan, Adam reached his climax, his body exploding with pleasure as I continued to work my mouth, drawing out every last drop of his release. As Adam's body relaxed, I looked up at him, my eyes shining with pride and satisfaction. I had given him the greatest pleasure, had fulfilled his desires in a way that no one else could. And as I stood there, looking up at him with love and adoration, I knew that this was just the beginning. Our journey together as a wife and a husband was just getting started, and I couldn't wait to see where it would take us. *** MARY TALKS AND HUGS As I nestled comfortably in Adam's lap, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me. We spent the entire day talking, exploring our new bodies, and getting to know each other in new ways. It was incredible, and I couldn't imagine being anywhere else but here, with Adam. As he gently caressed my breasts, I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire run through me. His touch was electric, and every time his fingers brushed against my nipples, I felt a jolt of pleasure that left me breathless. As we talked, Adam's deep, pleasant voice washed over me like a soothing balm. "You're so beautiful, Mary. I can't stop looking at you," he said, gazing at me with adoration. I smiled back at him, feeling my heart overflow with love and contentment. "You're pretty stunning yourself, Adam," I replied, leaning in to kiss him. "I'm so glad we found each other. I feel like we were meant to be together," he said, his eyes never leaving mine. "I feel the same way. It's like everything just fell into place," I said, feeling a sense of wonder and joy. "I promise to always take care of you, Mary. To protect you and our children, and to make sure that you never want for anything," he said, his voice filled with conviction. I nodded, feeling a sense of trust and security in his words. "I know you will, Adam. I trust you completely," I said, leaning in to kiss him again. "And I promise to always love you, to cherish you, and to be there for you no matter what. You're my everything, Mary, and I will always be devoted to you," he said, his voice soft and gentle. I closed my eyes, feeling overwhelmed by his words. "I love you too, Adam," I whispered, my heart full of gratitude and love. As we sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and amazement. We had been brought together by magic, transformed into the perfect match for each other's desires and needs. And now, as we sat here in our new bodies, we were discovering what it truly meant to be together, to share our lives and our love. I leaned back against Adam's chest, feeling his warmth and strength envelop me. *** MARY NEW NIGHT Finally, as evening fell, I took a shower and lay down in bed, waiting for Adam to join me. I felt the soft sheets against my skin, the cool air on my body, and the anticipation building inside me. I lay in back, eagerly waiting for Adam to take me. I could feel my heart racing as I thought about what was to come. I gazed up at the ceiling, my body already tingling with anticipation. I could hear Adam's footsteps as he approached the bed, and I turned my head to look at him. He was a sight to behold, his tall frame filling the doorway, his muscles rippling under his skin as he walked. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he climbed into bed beside me. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, his tongue slipping into my mouth, exploring, and tasting me. I moaned softly, my body responding to his touch, my muscles tensing and contracting in pleasure. He continued to kiss me, his hands roaming over my body, caressing, and stroking me. I could feel the heat building between us, my arousal growing with each passing moment. Adam pulled back from our kiss and looked down at me, his eyes filled with desire. I could see the hunger in his gaze, and I knew that he was just as eager as I was to make love. He reached down and began to stroke me, his fingers exploring the sensitive skin between my legs. I let out a soft sigh, my body responding to his touch, my muscles tensing and contracting with pleasure. Adam continued to stroke me, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate motions, building the tension inside me. I could feel my muscles tensing, the pressure building, my arousal growing with each passing moment. I could feel the blood flowing to my genital area, my clitoris engorging and becoming more sensitive to Adam's touches. Finally, Adam positioned himself above me, his body hovering above mine. He looked down at me, his eyes filled with love, and began to penetrate me. I let out a soft moan, my body responding to the sensation, my muscles tensing and contracting with pleasure. He moved inside me, his rhythm slow and steady, his body fitting against mine perfectly, hitting all the right spots. I could feel the pressure building inside me, my body responding to his touch, my muscles tensing and contracting with each passing moment. I could feel my clitoris becoming more sensitive, the walls of my vagina becoming lubricated, making our lovemaking more comfortable and pleasurable. Adam continued to move inside me, his rhythm building, his body touching mine in all the right places. I could feel the pressure building inside me, my muscles tensing and contracting with each passing moment. I could feel my body responding to his touch, my arousal growing with each passing moment. Finally, I could feel the tension inside me reach its peak, and my mind went blank as my body exploded with pleasure. It was as if every nerve ending in my body was tingling, and a sensation of tickling spread from my head to my toes. My muscles tensed and contracted in the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced, and I felt like I was floating on a cloud of pure bliss. Adam continued to move inside me, his body shaking with pleasure, his rhythm building, until finally he reached his own orgasm. We lay there, entwined in each other's arms, our bodies still pulsing with pleasure. I looked up at Adam, my heart overflowing with love, and knew that this was just the beginning of a lifetime of love and passion between us. *** ADAM MAGIC CREATURE REAPPEARS Mary was fast asleep, her breathing steady and even. I lay there next to her, feeling the weight of her body against mine, and basking in the warmth of her love. I couldn't believe my luck. All my wishes had come true. I had gone from a small, helpless female dog to a strong, capable man. And now I could protect Mary, love her, and give her the life she deserved. As I got up from the bed, I stretched my body, feeling the strength and power that now coursed through my veins. I walked to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water, savoring the cool liquid as it slid down my throat. But then, out of nowhere, the magical creature appeared once again. The cloud of sparkling particles hovered before me, and its gentle voice filled my ears, calling me "God's innocent being." It asked me if I was happy with the fulfillment of my wish. I replied that I was more than happy, that I was grateful beyond words for what had been done for me and Mary. The creature then asked if I had any other desires. I thought for a moment and then spoke my heart's desires. I wished for financial well-being, good health and long life for myself, Mary, and our future children. I wished for us to have many children, all healthy, happy, and loved. The being promised that my desires would be gradually fulfilled, and then it vanished, leaving me standing in the kitchen, my heart filled with joy and anticipation. I made my way back to the bedroom, where Mary was still sound asleep, her chest rising and falling with each breath. I slipped into bed beside her, pulling the sheets up to our chins. I wrapped my arm around Mary, feeling her warmth against my skin, and closed my eyes. As I drifted off to sleep, I knew that I was the luckiest being in the world, and that nothing could ever change that. Copyright © 2023 by heteroD Enjoyed the story? Help me create more by supporting me at https://www.patreon.com/heteroD