The Devil in a Red Dress

The Devil in a Red Dress by Jennifer

The rush was incredible. It was probably one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had. My mind was drifting in what seemed like another world as she still rolled the head of my penis in her mouth. It seemed that she was intent on making me cum again, but I was completely spent. "What the hell" I thought. "I might as well let her try". After all, I've slept with a lot of women, but this one, Jenny, was near physical perfection. In about ten minutes, I found my orgasm building again. I held her head firmly as I drove my penis in and out of her mouth. I exploded for a second time as my body began to shake. The next thing I knew, we were both sound asleep.

I awoke about an hour or so later to find Jenny asleep with her arm draped over my chest. I moved it out of the way, got up, and made my way to the bathroom bleary eyed. The night light cast a warm glow over the stark white tiled floor. I rubbed my eyes and began to stretch. I thought to myself, "Damn that was great sex. . . what a fucking babe". As I stood there urinating in the toilet, a smirk of conquest came over my face. "Probably the best looking girl I'd bagged in a few months . . . ", but there had been so many I couldn't really remember. All I knew was that she had a great body, and besides, that's all women were really useful for anyway . . . sex. I grabbed a pair of boxers up off the floor. As I was pulling them up, I caught a glimpse of the red numerals of the clock radio on the countertop. It was 12:00 A.M. . . dead nuts. Moving over to the sink, I got myself a drink of water and glanced at my reflection in the mirror. Speaking to myself I said, "Damn, I'd give anything to get my hands on a body like that every time I felt like having sex". At just that instant, a flash of lightning lit up the sky outside the bathroom window. The clap of thunder startled me so that I almost jumped out of my skin. The glass in my hand dropped to the floor making yet another crash. Jenny called from the bedroom, "Chris, are you O.K.?" "Yeah I'm fine. . . that lightning just hit so close, it scared the shit out of me. I dropped a glass on the floor, no big deal." She said, "All right, you coming back to bed? Storms scare me a little." I replied, "Be there in a sec. . ." I ran over to the window to see if we were in for a big storm. But to my surprise, the night seemed perfectly calm outside. As I looked out the window, there wasn't a cloud in the sky. "Damn. . . where the hell did that lightning come from" I thought. "Oh well. . ." Suddenly a cold chill came over my body. I involuntarily shivered a couple of times in response to the chill and what seemed like someone in the room staring at me from behind. I turned around quickly, but found nobody. I quickly made my way back to the bed and told Jenny that it didn't look like we'd be getting a storm or anymore lightning soon because it was calm as could be outside. We both shrugged it off as "just one of those things", pulled up the covers and found ourselves falling back asleep in a couple of minutes.

Morning came all too fast. As I awoke, I rolled over to see that Jenny had already found her way out. "Just as well" I thought. "It'll save me the hassle of making up some story to ditch her anyway". As I walked into the bathroom, I saw a note taped to the mirror. It read. . . "Good morning sleepyhead - I didn't want to wake you. I figured after last night you could use some rest! Anyway, I had a lot of things to get done this morning. Hope to see ya around soon. Thanks for a great time last night. Love Jenny". I wadded up the note and tossed it in the trash. "Well . . . at least I know I'll be able to get my hands on that pussy if I get the urge . . . but if not, who cares . . . there are plenty of other ones here in Sandypoint just ripe for the picking." I cracked a smile and started to chuckle to myself. Stripping off my boxers, I jumped into the shower . . . "Yeah, it's going to be one hell of a summer!"

My name is Chris Stewart. I'm 23 years old and if I do say so myself, one heck of lucky guy. I'd just graduated with a BS in Business Administration from Georgetown University. And with my upcoming attendance to their School of Law, I felt as if I had the world at my feet. My parents had suggested that I take a summer off from working and get a little relaxation before embarking on Law School. At first I was a little apprehensive about it, but when they told me that the Martins had offered me their summerhouse in Sandypoint Massachusetts for a few months, I could hardly refuse. Sandypoint was one of those great summer spots with so much charm that the lure was practically irresistible. A couple hours north of Cape Cod, it was a picturesque New England seaside town with cottages overlooking beautiful beaches and of course, the ocean. The downtown area wasn't too large. To survive, most of the shops seemed to be completely geared for the summer season when several hundred people would migrate there to "summer". During the winter months, the full time residents mostly depended on the fishing industry to make their livings. But in the summer, Sandypoint transformed into a dynamic community with plenty of action. And it was of course, "that action" in which I was interested in most! You see, other than being a pretty bright guy, I've always had something else going for me. I was almost 6'-4" and 220 pounds, and being athletic in nature, I worked out pretty regularly. My body was lean and well muscled, so with dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and a square jaw, I do have to admit, I was one damn good looking guy. All I needed to be in prime form for my favorite type of relaxation was a little sun. And then the girls would be clawing to get a piece of me. Maybe it was because getting laid was so easy for me, or maybe it was because I was really a male chauvinist at heart, but I really held very little respect for woman. In my mind they were definitely second class citizens and were inferior to men in almost every respect. "Shit . . . they can't even drive!" But they certainly had there uses, and being there for my sexual gratification was one of them . . .

After showering, I stepped out on the deck which sat about 20 feet above the beach overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. It was almost 10:00 AM. The sun was just about finished burning the morning fog away from the beach. With the waves gently rolling in and hardly a cloud in the sky, it was going to be yet another day in paradise. After a quick breakfast, I decided to go for a walk on the beach to kick things off.

I grabbed a towel thrown over the railing of the deck and headed down the weathered wooden steps to the beach. I decided to head north towards the public beach downtown. After all, that's where most of the "scenery" would be anyway. And besides, it was never too early in the day to get a jump on plans for the evening. I pulled my shades down and began walking alongside the surf. As I passed woman along the way, I could tell that they were checking me out. But unless they caught my eye, I didn't even give them an acknowledgment or glance. No . . . today, I was looking for something different, something unusual, somebody to really get me off. Even though there were plenty of babes on the beach, none seemed to be in sink with my mood of the day. So when I reached my destination, I made my way to a beach vendor selling cold drinks buy the fishing pier. I got a lemonade and made my way back down to the beach. I spread out my towel and sat down to catch a little rest before heading back to the house. The beach was pretty busy so I had a chance to check out a lot of women. Many smiled and said hello to me as they passed by. But unfortunately, still nothing to strike a nerve with my current mood. Time seemed to pass quickly as I leaned back and drifted off to sleep. I was awakened a couple of cold drops of water that splashed on my chest. I open my eyes and squinted into the oncoming sun to see a beautifully sexy woman standing next to me. Her red one piece bathing suit was wet along with her long brown hair. Her breasts were magnificent as her nipples were almost visible through her tight, wet swimsuit. She had the face and body of an angel, but a look of the devil ran through her eyes. And oh those eyes -- when my eyes met hers, they seemed to burn a hole deep into my sole. I was transfixed by her gaze. I managed to break away from it for a second. I turned my head to grab my sunglasses and stood up to introduce myself. When I turned around . . . she was gone. I scanned the entire beach, but there wasn't a sign of her to be found anywhere. "Where could she have gone?" I thought. I walked around a bit to see if I could find her, but still no dice. I headed back to the house completely obsessed with thoughts of the woman that I had just seen. I had to have her. I had to find her. I wouldn't be able to rest until I could get a piece of that.

That night I drove downtown to "Breakers", the only real nightclub in Sandypoint. I was hoping that maybe I might be able to find her. She seemed like the type that might hang out in some of the more trendy places. But I didn't know for sure. I was there for a few hours with no luck so I decided to do some bar hopping. Maybe I'd find her there. As another couple of hours passed I began to get depressed. I had quite a few beers and was feeling pretty horny. "Fuck it" I thought. "It doesn't look like I'm going to find her tonight . . . so I might as well make the best out of a lousy night". I picked up this dumb bimbo at the bar. She could hardly keep her hands off me so I figured I might as well get off before I call it a night. I told her I'd give her a ride back to her place but when we got back to my car, I decided to speed things up a little. I reached around and kissed her on the lips. I felt her melt in my arms and I knew that this was going to be way too easy. I pulled down her dress exposing her bare breasts. I fondled them with one hand as my other hand moved up her leg toward her wet crotch. I pulled off my pants and gave her the opportunity to reciprocate. After some great foreplay, I guided her head down toward my throbbing penis. She took it in her mouth and began slowly bobbing her head up and down. "Well at least the stupid bitch gives good head" I thought. Bored with the thought of making this encounter last too long, I grabbed her head and began pumping my cock hard into her mouth. She began to make noises, who knows, maybe she was trying to say something. But the sounds of her squealing turned me on even more. I grabbed her head tightly and exploded into her throat. She gagged a bit making the orgasm seem even better. Semen oozed from her lips as she raised her head. She said "I didn't want you to cum already. I wanted you to do it to me." She seemed a little pissed at me so I said, "I could really care less what you want -- I just wanted to get off, and you served my purposes well. Now get the hell out of my car!" Well if she wasn't pissed before, she sure was now. She cursed me, slapped me across my face, grabbed her stuff and ran off into the night. If was a little more sober, perhaps I would have felt bad. After all I did act like a jerk. But for now, in my current state of mind . . . I could care less. So I pulled up my pants and managed to drive myself home.

When I got back home, I plopped myself down on the couch, leaned my head back, and closed my eyes. The room seemed to spin round and around. "Great" I thought. "I fucking hate it when I drink too much." I figured I'd better just get to bed and sleep this off when a chilling draft blew across the room. I opened my eyes and sat up. There she was: standing across the room from me. I jumped and said, "God . . . you startled me!" She said in a breathy voice "Close, but not quite" "What?" I said seeming confused. "Oh never mind" she said with a wicked smirk across her face and a glint in her eyes. "You're the girl I saw at the beach today aren't you?" She replied "That's right. I'm glad you remembered me." "Believe me" I said. "I don't think I could have forgotten if I wanted to." She was breathtakingly seductive. She wore a skin tight red party dress with a low cut neckline that made her breasts seem to leap from her figure. She was tall and slender with beautiful long legs that glistened from the black nylons she was wearing. Her wavy dark brown hair framed her face in a way that seemed to make her entire persona glow. And again those eyes -- something about those eyes. So beautifully blue and yet so mischievous. Something about her seemed almost mystical. It was almost as if she was my own vision of female perfection. My body raged with thoughts of having sex with her. Usually, I'd have no trouble coming up with a clever pick up line or something. But for some reason, I felt almost helpless around her, like she was in total control of the situation and not me. All I could manage to come up with was "So . . . who are you?" She laughed in a cute way and said "why . . . I'm just a little devil . . . in a red dress" Her eyes twinkling as she spoke. "Very cute" I said. "No really . . . what's your name? I've been looking for you all day." "Why don't you just call me Lucy . . ." she said. "All right Lucy. So tell me, do you always just let yourself into guys houses in the middle of the night? Or should I consider myself lucky?" "Oh, you should consider yourself very lucky" she proclaimed. "Good . . . and why is that?" I said. "Because tonight is your lucky night. I'm going to make all your wishes come true. Doesn't that sound like fun?" She looked me in the eyes and ran her tongue across her lips. I got up and started to walk over to her. She was right about one thing. I wanted her in the worst way. "Would you like to sit down? Could I get you something to drink?" I said as I reached out to take her hand. She pulled back a bit and said "Not so fast my dear -- I'd like to take care of business before pleasure if you don't mind." "What?" I said inquisitively. "What business are you talking about?" "Oh you know, just the standard contract and stuff--" she said. "Contract? What contract? What on earth are you talking about?" "I told you . . . I'm the devil" she said in an innocent tone. Then she reached behind her back and produced a sheet of paper. "Here" she said. As I looked at the blank piece of paper, it suddenly dawned on me that she must really be into some kinky shit if this is what it takes to get her off. But what the hell, all I really wanted to do was to get in her panties, so I figured I might as well play along with her and see where it got me. "So" I said agreeably. "All you want me to do is to sign this piece of paper? Then what?" She said playfully "Then I get to have some fun with you -- and I guarantee . . . you'll never look at sex the same way again." Being a smart ass and laughing a little I said "So what's this going to cost me? . . . My soul or something!" She just laughed along with me and nodded in mock agreement. "Well, if that's all it takes" I said "Let me get a pen. I'll be right back." She grabbed my shoulder and said "Oh, don't bother. I brought my own. Here you go . . ." I took the pen and started to sign my name at the bottom of the blank sheet of paper. "OOP's . . . looks like you're out of ink" I said. "Oh how silly of me" she said as she took the pen from my hand. Before I knew it, she had pulled my hand toward her. I couldn't react quick enough to stop her from raking the tip of the fountain pen across my forearm. "Ouch!" I cried. "What did you do that for?!" "Sorry" she said. "It's just that it's not binding unless it's signed in blood." "Oh yeah" I said mockingly. "How could I have forgotten." So I took back the pen and scribbled my name across the paper. As I gave it back to her I thought "At least this bullshit stuff is over . . . now it's time for some real action." "Thanks Chris . . . I promise I wont let you down" She said. I moved to put my arms around her. The feel of her body sent waves of energy through my body. I caressed her back and let my hands slide down to her ass. I could feel her breasts pressed into my chest as she leaned up to give me a kiss. As our lips met, the whole world just seemed to revolve around this one moment of passion. My body was helpless. The room started to go dark and the next thing I knew, I was passed out on the floor.

The light from the morning sun woke me up. I had a splitting headache. Feeling like shit I thought, "God I hate it when I drink too much. I couldn't even finish that dream that I started last night. Too bad. That girl from the beach was hot." I managed to get to my feet and head toward the bathroom. "I gotta get in the shower" I mumbled. I stopped at the sink to rid myself of a horrible case of morning breath. I reached to turn on the faucet and froze dead in my tracks. As I looked at my arm, my eyes widened in disbelief. The scratch from the dream was there staring right back at me! "Oh my God . . . it wasn't a dream!? All the better" I thought. "At least now I know she's for real and still here in Sandypoint. All I have to do is find her again . . . I just hope she's not pissed at me for passing out on her." With a sense of optimism, I jumped in the shower and started to plan out my day.

It was a beautiful day. Not a cloud in the sky . . . so I grabbed my bathing suit and threw on a sleeveless white T-shirt. With a towel and sunglasses in hand, I started the walk up toward the pier again. I was hoping that maybe Lucy would be back at the beach where I saw her yesterday. I wasn't sure what I was going to say to her yet, but I knew I'd come up with something to get me off the hook. The mile or so walk passed quickly. The beach was again crowded and filled with plenty of scenery. But unfortunately, there was no sign of Lucy anywhere. I decided to spread out my towel and do some people watching, maybe she'd show up in a while.

About a half hour later I heard a voice from behind me call . . . "Hey Chris, is that you?" I turned around. "Oh fuck . . . it's that girl that I screwed a couple of weeks ago at that party." I thought. "I was hoping that I wouldn't be running into her for a while. . . shit, what the hell was her name again?!" I struggled to remember as she walked up to me. "Hey Chris" she said smiling. I tried to appear to have a hard time looking into the sun. "It's me . . . Lisa." "Hey Lisa! How ya doing? It's been a while." "Well I've been keeping myself busy." She said. "Hey, are you buy yourself? Mind if I join you and catch some sun?" "No, not at all" I smiled. Well, if I had to wait around, at least Lisa would provide some hot scenery for a while. Even though I didn't remember her name, I did remember that she had one hell of a body under those clothes. And I for one, couldn't wait to check it out again. Besides, if Lucy didn't show up . . . I'm sure that I could set things up to fuck good old Lisa again tonight. She was certainly dumb enough to fall for my crap before! "Here, have a seat" I said while motioning to the ground next to me. She spread out her towel and tossed her beach bag in the sand next to me. As I glanced over at Lisa, I could hardly wait for her to strip down to her bathing suit. We engaged in some small chat and remarked about what a beautiful day it was to just relax and catch some rays. Lisa stood up and unzipped her jean shorts. As she pulled them down, my eyes wandered to check out what I'd been looking forward to. She was wearing a yellow bikini that contrasted brightly with her long tanned legs. As she stood up and began to pull her shirt up over her head, my eyes became fixed upon her crotch which was at eye level and no more than a foot or two away. There was a glimpse of daylight in the shape of a little triangle between her legs that was right below her crotch. Her flat stomach wiggled seductively as she pulled her shirt over her shoulders revealing a pair of breasts that her bikini top had to strain to cover. As she sat down on the towel, she gave me a little smirk that told me that she knew she'd just given me a show to make every hormone in my body light up like a Christmas tree. It had definitely worked. I could feel my penis beginning to swell. In a few seconds, it was as hard as a rock. All I could think of was fucking the shit out of her as soon as I could. I gave her a smile back and trying to act in control said, "so, how long have you been coming to Sandypoint?" "Well, my family started coming here when I was in High School. I got so attached, I've been coming back every summer since. I think it's just the perfect place to relax" she said. "That it is" I said while trying to cross my legs in a way to disguise my rock hard cock. All of the sudden my right arm began to tingle. It felt like hundreds of tiny needle pricks all over my arm simultaneously. As I looked down I could swear that the hair on my hand was actually retracting back into my skin! I did a double take. My hand began to quiver. I looked again to see the bones in my hand actually begin to move. I could feel my hand contracting and becoming smaller. At the same time, I saw my fingernails grow to double their length in just a few seconds! Fortunately, Lisa was gazing off into the surf for a second or two and hadn't noticed my arm or the look on my face. She turned to me and said, "care to go for a swim?" I said "I'd love to in a few", my voice cracking, "but I need to run over to locker room for a minute. I'll be right back--" With that I got up, keeping my arm out of her view and started to jog coolly over to the men's locker room at the pier. When I was about halfway there I tried to pick up the pace a little but found that I couldn't because of the tingling sensation that was building in my legs. It was almost as if they had "fallen asleep" some how. As I stumbled into the locker room I felt as if my whole body were covered in ants. I made my way to one of the enclosed shower stalls and slammed the door behind me. I was feeling light headed and almost tripped over the threshold. As I leaned forward to brace myself against the wall, I watched in horror as my now hairless arms began to shrink before my very eyes. I could feel my muscles disintegrating and my bones compressing. My legs quivered as I slumped to the floor unable to stand. I could feel the mass of my once 220 pound frame evaporating with every second. I managed to stand and felt this incredible urge to stretch. As I did though, just the opposite happened. I could feel my spine compress as my body shrank. I threw my shoulders back and arched my back as my rib cage contracted forcing me to loose my breath. When I dropped my head to catch my breath, long blonde hair fell in front of my eyes! "God! . . . what was happening to me!" I put my hands up to my face to see if what I was seeing was real. As I grasped the hair and tried to look at it, my vision went blurry. I put my hand to my face and felt my check bones raising. My lips seemed to swell as my nose seemed to shrink. I threw my shoulders back again and felt the vertebrae in my lower back curve inward in a way which made my ass more pronounced. My hips felt as though they were being pulled apart, my bathing suit stretching to the point of almost ripping. My ass seemed to swell as my waist constricted. I was terrified and still had no idea of what was happening to me. "Please" I thought, "make it stop!" But it didn't. At this point I could feel a pressure building up in my chest. I slipped my hands under my shirt and grasped my chest with both hands as the pressure increased to the point where I felt as though something was going to burst out of me. I felt my nipples enlarge as I gripped them tightly with my fingers. I threw back my shoulders again and felt my hands filling as my chest pushed outward. I was growing tits! "Oh my god . . . this can't be happening!" I groaned as they swelled to become larger than my now tiny hands could hold. The weight of them seemed immense! "I'm turning into a girl! -- this can't be -- oh my god!" As my insides churned around and around, what I knew would be next finally happened. My cock and balls were on fire! I grabbed my crotch with both hands in desperation to try to keep my manhood, but it was no use. I felt my penis implode, as if someone had a rubber band inside me and was pulling it inward. The same for my balls. I felt them being pulled up and inside me leaving behind not a trace of their previous existence. My scrotum rearranged itself to form two folds of flesh which covered my newly formed vagina. I reached down and could feel a smooth crotch where only a few moments ago was an eight inch throbbing cock and a pair of large balls. "God . . . please help me!" I cried in a high pitched voice. My head began to spin as the pain subsided. I was drained of energy and slumped to the floor passed out.

I awoke to the sounds of someone knocking at the shower door. "Hey . . . you all right in there" the man said in a concerned tone of voice. "Yeah . . . I'm fin . . ." I began. The high pitched sounds coming from my mouth jolted my memory back to reality. I raised my hand in front of my face to hopefully convince myself that this was only a dream. But what I saw only confirmed that this wasn't any dream, it was a nightmare! "Hey lady . . . sure you're O.K.? And do you know you're in the men's locker room? the man said.

"I'm . . . O.K." I said meekly. "Uh . . . I must not have looked where I was going. I'm so embarrassed. I'm really sorry." I was panicked. "I gotta get out of here" I thought. So I opened the door with my head lowered and bolted for the exit. The sounds of cat calls and four letter words filled the air as I ran for the door. "The car . . . I've gotta get to the car and get the fuck out of here!" I thought. "Keys. I need my keys. Shit . . . they're over on my towel by Lisa." As I looked in that direction I was relieved to see that Lisa was no longer sitting on her towel next to mine. "Good. Maybe she's swimming or something." I tried to walk casually back to the towels so as not to draw attention to myself. But to no avail, the site of a woman in a man's bathing suit wearing a skin tight T-shit without a bra was obviously enough to draw attention to me regardless of how natural I tried to seem. "God knows what the hell I look like" I thought. "Maybe I still have my old face or something . . ." Panic set in again. I quickly ran over to my towel, grabbed my stuff and started to head out to where my car was parked. It seemed difficult to run. The entire center of gravity of my body felt as if it had shifted. I was tempted to stop and take a look at myself, but I was too afraid of what I knew I'd find. Shaking, I fumbled to get the key in the ignition. I managed to start the car and slammed it into reverse. I peeled out of the parking lot in a state of shock trying desperately to get home to a safe place to sort out what was happening. I momentarily glanced in the rear view mirror and was tempted to look at my face. But fear stopped me from doing so. "Just get home . . . just get home" I kept telling myself. "This can't be happening."

I finally arrived. I waited for the garage door to shut behind me before getting out of the car. Trembling, I opened the door, went inside and slammed the door shut behind me. I was terrified, but I knew that I had to find a mirror and look at what had happened to me. I paused before entering the bathroom, hoping that when I entered, everything would suddenly be back to normal. I stepped in, turned on the light and wheeled to face my reflection. "Oh my God . . ." I was stunned at what was gazing back at me. In disbelief, I hoped that when I moved, the reflection wouldn't respond. But it did. And it was painfully obvious that I was the reflection in the mirror. An amazingly beautiful young woman stared back at me. She was tall (about 5'-8" or so), thin, and had thick wavy blonde hair. With tan skin setting off her radiant blue eyes, her features were the picture of sexual femininity. As my eyes moved downward, two massive breasts stretched my white T- shirt to its' limit. I raised my delicate hands and placed one over each breast. While squeezing them in a way as if to verify that they were real, I felt my two huge nipples become erect. The sensation was familiar in a way, but much more sensitive and intense. I grabbed my shirt at the waist and pulled it off over my head. The site of my jiggling breasts was staggering. They were firm and perfectly shaped with nipples that turned up in just the slightest way. I had tan lines too, one's that obviously belonged to a skimpy string bikini. My eyes continued downward to see a perfectly flat stomach. Below my tiny waist, my hips and ass were stretching my bathing suit to the max. I slowly pulled down my swim suit and paused just above my crotch. Again, somehow hoping that all would be as it was. I finally mustered up the courage and pulled my suit down to the floor. "Holy shit!" I thought as I glanced at the most perfectly shaped female crotch I'd ever seen. I moved my hand through the sparse trimmed pubic hair and felt my fingers glide into a moist slit between my legs. The sensation caused me to jerk back my hand in shock. I turned around and looked in the mirror to see two, long, sexy, tanned legs stretching upward to become one with my new firm rounded ass. Again, string bikini tan lines were present accentuating the feminine shape of my pelvis, ass, and long legs. As I tried to take in the whole scene of myself in the mirror, I began to cry. How could this have been? Somehow I'd been transformed into a beautiful, sexy young woman. I didn't understand how or why. "Please God, please . . . help me" I cried. "I don't want to be a woman . . . I'm a man!" I ran back to the bedroom crying. I fell on the bed, closed my eyes and hoped that I'd fall asleep. Maybe I'd wake up and it would all somehow be over.

I awoke several hours later. It was dark outside so I reached over to the night table to turn on the lamp. Even before I turned on the light, I had confirmation that my situation was unchanged. The weight of my breasts pulling on my chest was obvious from the moment that I sat up. I flipped on the light and saw a piece of paper sitting next to the lamp. The writing was in beautiful, black calligraphy. A red wax seal in the shape of a gargoyle's head adorned the top center of the page. I began to read it aloud . . .

"I Chris Stewart, being of sound mind and body, agree to this contract that will grant me my earthly desires as previously wished for at 12:00 A.M. on the night of June 10th, nineteen hundred and ninety six AD. I realize that this contract is irrevocable and binding for all eternity. I understand that my earthly desires will be met exactly as my wish states, and that the price I must pay to achieve these physical pleasures, is my soul. I willingly sign this contract with the understanding that I am currently in the presence of the contract owner, who has identified himself to me as `Satan, master of evil and darkness.' "

My signature, as I had signed it the other night, was scribbled in my own blood across the bottom of the page. As I read the last of my name, the contract burst into flames. I dropped it to the floor as it burned into a pile of ashes before my eyes. As I stared in horror, I heard the sounds of smug laughter from behind me. I quickly turned around to find Lucy sitting in a large reading chair near the window with her legs crossed and her arms propped causally on the armrests. "You?! . . . but . . ." I managed to stutter. "What's the matter my dear? Can't catch your tongue?" she mockingly replied. Her laughter began to fill the room once more. "But . . . why . . . why did you do this to me?" I asked. "Because that's what I do . . . collect souls . . . in turn for small favors of course." "Favor! You call this a favor you fucking bitch! I never asked for this, and I certainly never agreed to give you my soul!" I screamed. "I didn't . . . don't even know who the fuck you are!" She stood up and looked me in the eyes. Smiling she said, "I told you that I was the devil and that I wanted your soul before you got what was coming to you. Just because you didn't believe me . . . well, it's no concern of mine." "But I didn't read that contract before I signed it." I pleaded. "Details, details . . ." she said. "Please, I don't understand . . . why have you turned me into a girl?" I mumbled. "Let me explain it to you in black and white. I've been watching you for years, hoping for a chance to teach you a lesson. You've spent your entire life degrading woman. You've always thought of them as objects, not as equals to men. You've lied to them and mistreated them to get your own way. You've never respected a woman in your life. All you've ever wanted was to use them for your own satisfaction. You used your own body to lure them into bed, and then when you were done, you humiliated them by discarding them like a piece of trash. You see, your own actions put you in disfavor with the one you like to call God'. And when you're in disfavor with him, you become fair game for me! So a couple of days ago I heard a request . . . a request from you that I could hardly ignore. Do you remember at midnight two nights ago? You stood in front of a mirror in your bathroom, and referring to some girl named Jenny said, Damn, I'd give anything to get my hands on a body like that every time I felt like having sex'. Well . . . when I heard that, I was only too happy to oblige! Now just think how convenient it will be for you. Every time you want to have sex, you'll be able to get your hands on a `body like that' . . . your own!" Her laughter filled the room, almost echoing from all around me. I slumped to the floor crying. "I don't want to be a woman, I'm a man! Please . . . please, I'll do anything . . . just turn me back . . . please!" "Stop sniveling . . . you make me sick!" she ordered. "You've made your own bed, now sleep in it!" "But this is so humiliating . . . please have mercy on me" I cried. "Humiliating?! If you think this is humiliating . . . just you wait! . . ." A look of enlightenment came to her face, as if she had just come up with some sort of an idea. Then she waived her arm and pointed it at me. I felt a chill run through my body. "What have you done!?" I demanded. With a strange smirk on her face she said, "I've decided to take you up on you plea. Instead of leaving you in this body for the rest of your life, I've decided to only keep you in it for about half of your remaining years!" Her laughter filled the room once more. I raised my hands over my ears and watched as she began to disappear into a cloud of thick black smoke. "Please . . . wait, I don't understand!" I screamed in desperation. As her image began to fade amongst her hideous laughter, she replied "You will my dear . . . you will!" Paranoid and scared about what had just transpired, I sat back down on the bed to contemplate the loss of my soul and the state of my current predicament. I laid down and cried myself back to sleep, again hoping that it was all just a dream.

Morning came all too slowly. I tossed and turned all night having all sorts of nightmares. I finally awoke. Hoping for the best, I slowly raised my hand to take a look at it. No change. "Fuck!" I yelled in disgust. I sat up and tried to calm myself down a bit. "O.K. Now just relax" I thought. "Maybe I can try to make the best of this somehow. I'm now sure how . . . but there must be a silver lining to look for somewhere. I need to start making the best of this . . . besides, at least there is some small relief in sight for my misery. I'll be getting my old body back at some point. Hopefully sooner than later." I got up and went into the bathroom. I had to urinate. "This is so fucking humiliating. To have to sit down to take a piss." I did what I had to do, wiped myself, and got up to look at my self in the mirror. "Damn" I thought. "Just looking at this body excites the hell out of me. If I was still a guy, just the mere site of it would probably make me cum." I began to touch myself. Closing my eyes, I imagined myself in my old body, feeling up this babe. My body couldn't help but react. I was getting horny and couldn't stop myself from masturbating. Visions of me as a man screwing this beautiful woman filled my head as I felt my orgasm coming. As it hit me, my fantasy was interrupted by the strange new sensations of being a woman. My orgasm was so intense that I began to shake. Waves of pleasure rolled over me as I moaned helplessly. "Holy shit . . . that was different." I thought. As the effects finally wore off, something came to me. Even though I had the body of a woman, I was still completely male inside. I reflected on how I was the man in my fantasy as I was masturbating. Everything I thought . . . everything I felt inside . . . was still 100% male. All my sexual desires were still intact. Thoughts of woman still excited me, and most definitely the thought of sexual contact with men still repulsed me to no end. "Good . . . at least that bitch didn't make me a complete girl . . . I'd rather be a damn lesbian than ever touch a fucking guy!" I thought for a moment and looking myself in the mirror said "Well . . . even though your still a 10 Chris . . . it's gonna be a bitch to get dates with the babes with those hooters attached to your chest. I just hope some of the gay ones are good looking that's all." I shook my head in concern of my predicament. My mind snapping back to reality, I decided to take a shower. After drying off, I figured I'd better get dressed and try to figure out what to do with myself. I went over to the dresser and opened up the drawer. "Oh yeah" I thought. "Looks like these won't be fitting me any more", as I lifted a pair of boxer shorts into the air. "Guess that'll be the first thing I'll have to do, buy some clothes." I rummaged through my drawers to find something to wear. I thought that maybe a pair of jockey shorts might fit me. My wider hips and rounder ass stretched them out to there fullest. They weren't too uncomfortable though, except for all of the extra fabric between my legs. But they were better than nothing. "Guess these will have to do." I then decided on an old navy blue polo sweatshirt and a pair of stretch gray athletic shorts. Even though they were big on me, at least I didn't look too out of place. "Now for this damn hair!" Looking at the rats nest of a mane on my head, I decided to try to pull it back in a pony tail. I found a large rubber band which seemed to do the trick pretty well. "OK . . . just need some shoes." Unfortunately, this was going to be a problem. All I had were men's size 13's laying around. "Hmmm . . . well I guess those sandals are going to have to do." They really drew attention to me, but what else could I do. I had to wear something on my feet. I grabbed my wallet and my keys and headed out to the car.

The largest shopping mall around was about an hour south. Even though there were some local shops in Sandypoint, I thought it best to make the drive. "God knows what I'm going to have to buy." I arrived, parked the car and made the long walk to the mall entrance. Still self conscious about the way I looked, I could feel the eyes and men and woman, both staring at me as I walked by. "What the fuck are they looking at?" I thought. "I don't think that I look that bad." But after a few more people walked by, the reason for the stares became apparent. Even in my disheveled state of appearance, men were staring lustfully at me and women were giving me sneers of jealousy. "Oh great!" I thought. Thinking about those guys checking me out made me sick to my stomach. "Well I guess if I was them . . . I'd be looking too. Just as long as they look and don't touch . . . maybe I can deal with it." After the long walk to the door, something else became readily apparent. My tits bounced so much when I walked that they actually hurt. Not thinking of what I was doing, I grabbed them both through my sweatshirt and lifted them slightly to alleviate the pain for a second. Then I looked up and saw a couple of teenage boys grinning from ear to ear. I turned beat red and tromped off completely embarrassed. "Well . . . first stop . . . a shoe store." I went to the directory and found a couple of women's shoe stores to check out. I opted for some white leather Keds, size 7. I bought some socks as well. I told the sales lady that I'd go ahead and wear them now and she could throw away the sandals. "Wow that feels better to get some shoes on that fit." I thought. With a sense of minor accomplishment, I set off to take care of the part I dreaded most.

I'd always wandered by the windows and casually looked inside. Just the site of the place gave me a hard on. But I guess it was now my turn to actually do some shopping at Victoria's Secret. "Well if I'm going to buy underwear for myself, I might as well get some stuff that looks good." I also knew that in a strange way, my still male mind was actually kind of turned on by the thought of buying some stuff there. "Hope I'm not turning gay or something!" I thought. I bit my lower lip and went inside. After a few minutes of me looking lost, a beautiful young sales lady approached me. "Can I help you find something?" she asked. She looked in her early twenties, was about 5'-5", had long brown hair, and was beautifully proportioned. "I'd like to get my hands on that" I thought. As my eyes made there way up to hers, I noticed that she felt like I was checking her out. I snapped out of my admiring state and embarrassingly said, "I'm sorry, you really reminded me of someone I know. You're name's not Cathy Johnson by any chance is it?" "No . . . sorry it's Jill Stevens" she said in a relieved tone. "For a second there, I wasn't sure why you were staring at me!" "I'm sorry" I said laughing. "I didn't mean to scare you!" She laughed along with me and said "Well you never know . . . so . . . how can I help you today?" "Well" I said pausing while trying to think of something clever to say. "We got here on vacation yesterday. Unfortunately, my luggage got lost somewhere along the way. So it looks like I'm going to need a little of everything." "Oh that's terrible" she replied. "I lost my luggage once too. It really stinks. I feel for you." She pointed over to the corner and said "Well why don't we start over there. What size bra do you wear?" she asked. Trying to seem natural I said, "You know, I'm not really sure what size I need. I ugh . . . my old ones were kind of tight before anyway." "Well what size did you wear before?" she said. Now I was trapped . . . better think fast I thought. "Um, I think they were a 34c." Giving me a strange look and saying sarcastically she said, "Well . . . I'm sure they were a little tight. Whoever measured you before must not have known what they were doing . . . either that, or you suddenly grew a size or two!" She smiled and laughed a little. "Yeah" I thought. "I suddenly grew a bunch of sizes . . . in about 15 seconds." She handed me three or four different styles and said, "Why don't you give these a try, I'm sure you'll find some that fit better." She looked over to the other side of the store and said, "Before you try those on, why don't we grab you some panties to try as well. You look like a what . . . 5 or 7?" "Uh" I stammered. "Somewhere in-between I think." "Well, I'll just get you some of both to try . . . it's easier that way . . . then you don't have to come back out and grab a different size. What do you prefer? Cotton . . . silk . . . G-string . . . bikini . . . French cut?" "I guess some of each" I said. After grabbing an assortment of panties, she guided me to the dressing room in the rear of the store. "I'll be back to check on you in a few" she said happily. There were six dressing rooms. Three on each side, and each one with a fabric curtain which could be drawn for privacy. I walked to an open stall in the right corner, and as I turned to close my curtain, I noticed that the curtain of the stall across from me wasn't closed all of the way. I looked inside to see a beautiful girl of around 18 in satin white bikini panties. She was bending over to pick up a bra from the bench. Her large breasts dangled in front of her as she leaned forward. When she stood back up, they bounced in a seductive fashion which caused me to think, "Little does she know that there's a guy checking her out from about five feet away! I'm living a fucking dream . . . she has no idea." I felt myself getting aroused and thought, "I'd love to fuck you . . . you stupid bitch. Only problem is that I'm a little short on equipment right now. Wonder if she'd be into some lezbo action?" I chuckled to myself and drew my curtain. I took off my sweatshirt and shorts. Looking at myself in the mirror turned me on even further. I slid my hand down the front of my jockey shorts and felt that my crotch was getting wet. "Mmm . . . that feels good" I thought. After about a minute I stopped myself realizing that I'd better get back to the task at hand. I turned around to pick out a bra. After struggling to get one or two on, I discovered that I was nowhere close to a 34c. Try a 36d. "Well . . . at least they're as firm as could be" I proclaimed to myself. I put the bras off to the side that I wanted to purchase and turned my attention toward the panties. Just as I was about to take off my jockey shorts, Jill slid open the curtains and said "So, how's it going?" I was standing there naked, with the exception of a pair of men's jockey shorts. "Hi . . . uh" I said. I noticed the shock on her face to see me wearing men's underwear. "Like I said . . . my luggage got lost. So I had to borrow clothes from my brother until I went shopping. Unfortunately, that included these." I tried to laugh and seem nonchalant about it. Fortunately, she seemed amused by the whole situation. "You know" she said jokingly, "they look pretty sexy on you . . . except for all that fabric bunching in the crotch. Isn't that sort of uncomfortable?" "Actually . . . I'm kind of used to them!" I said laughing. "Well if there's anything else I can get you . . . just give a holler . . ." she said. "Thanks Jill. I'll let you know." She chuckled, closed the curtain and left me to finish trying on the panties. As I tried them on. I was aroused by the sensation of how they felt against my body. The silkiness and skimpiness of them really turned me on. There shape accentuated the femininity of my new body. The crotch of the panties fit smoothly over a slight female bulge, where just a couple of days ago, hung a huge cock and a pair of balls. As I looked at my reflection I thought, "Holy shit . . . I'm a fucking babe!" I had this incredible urge to grab my cock and start jacking off. The thought of cumming as a man because of what I saw before me was driving me crazy. Unfortunately, I was going to remain frustrated. I sure as hell wasn't going to be whacking off any time soon. Disgusted, I threw back on my clothes, and took the items I wanted out to the sales area to purchase them. "Find something you like?" Jill asked. "Yeah . . . I'll take these." As I handed them to her, I noticed a smell that I'd experienced many times before, the aroma of my womanhood in the air. "Great" I thought. "I fucking soiled those panties while I was wearing them. I hope she doesn't notice it while she's ringing them up." Unfortunately, I could tell by the expression on her face that she did. I was so embarrassed. I kept my head down, paid for my stuff and took off as fast as I could. How humiliating I thought. "Being a woman fucking sucks. Who the hell wants to run around with smelly wet pants all the time!" Disgusted, I spent the next few hours buying an assortment of clothes, bathing suits, accessories, and makeup for as many occasions as I could think of. Two thousand dollars later, I made my way back to the car looking like so many women I'd seen coming out of malls before . . . carrying so many bags of stuff that they could hardly walk straight. I piled them in my trunk and decided to head back home.

On the way back, my stomach started rumbling. I looked at my watch. It was 3:30 and I hadn't eaten lunch yet. I was starved, so I went to the drive-thru window at McDonalds. As I was waiting at the window for the guy to get my drink, I snitched a fry. "Hmmm" I thought. "Needs some salt." When the guy gave me my drink I asked him for some extra salt. He gave me a few packets and I drove away. "Strange" I thought. "I normally hate salt on my food." But for some reason, I was having a craving for it now. I dismissed it as insignificant and continued to drive back to Sandypoint.

As I glanced at my reflection in the rear view mirror I thought "God my hair looks like shit. Maybe I should stop somewhere on the way and figure out how the hell I'm supposed to do something with this." I stopped at a salon in a small shopping mall that I knew of just on the outskirts of town. Fortunately, one of the women wasn't to busy and was more than happy to take care of me. After untying my ponytail and looking at the cut of my hair, she told me that not much needed to be done to it. She thought that it just needed to be washed and styled. I told her that I was interested in something that was easy to maintain. She responded by telling me that because I had such beautifully wavy hair, all I had to do was blow it dry and let it `go natural'. She assured me that such a look would be extremely attractive on me. Well I didn't really care too much about the attractive part, but at least it sounded easy to keep. So I agreed. I watched closely at how she blew my hair dry trying to remember every nuance so I could do the same myself. When she was done, I looked at my reflection and saw a different person staring back. "God I look hot." I thought. It was amazing how just a blow dryer could transform me into what I saw before me. "Wow" I said. "Looks great." I thanked her and asked were the restrooms were before I left. She said that they didn't have one in the store for customers, but that there was a public restroom out in the mall. I paid on the way out and made my way hurriedly toward the restrooms. All I could think of was how badly I had to go. As I opened the door and walked in, a man standing at the urinal gave me a strange look. All of the sudden it dawned on me. "Shit . . . I'm so sorry I said" and ran back out the door. I guess old habits are hard to break. I paused for a second before entering and swallowed hard before entering the women's restroom. When I walked around the corner I noticed a line. "Great" I thought. I looked like one of the three stalls was broken. "Guess I'll have to wait." As I stood there, again my male self became aroused. I guess I'd always wanted to get a peak in the women's room, it's just that I never thought I'd have to use one! I watched as the women went into the stalls, turned around and pulled down their pants. The whole scene was getting me horny. Even the sounds of the other woman urinating was getting me hot. Each woman seemed to take forever. I guess pulling down your pants, or nylons, or whatever was a real pain in the ass. "Yet one more reason that being a woman sucks." Finally, it was my turn. As I went into the stall and turned around to shut the door, I was surprised at how close the other women stood to the stall doors. It almost seemed like they were trying to get you to hurry up. I turned around, pulled down my shorts and squatted over the toilet. "How fucking humiliating" I thought. I wiped, pulled up my shorts and made my way back out into the mall. I picked up a couple of things that I had forgotten before and then headed home.

I threw my bags on the floor and flopped down on the bed. I was exhausted. After resting for a couple of minutes, I decided to grab a bite in the kitchen. I wasn't sure what I felt like, but I knew that I had a craving for something. "Hmmm . . . nothing really looks good to me." I finally settled on some saltine crackers and a Diet Coke. I didn't really feel that hungry, so I was surprised to find that I unknowingly finished the entire box of crackers. "Nice dinner" I thought sarcastically. I spent the rest of the evening putting away my new things and watching some TV. It seemed somehow that adjusting to this new lifestyle might not be as hard as I once thought. And besides, I did have its perks. I certainly could catch a glimpse of as many naked woman as I wanted. How many guys could say that? But perhaps I was just fooling myself. Trying to convince myself that things weren't that bad. My mood seemed to change frequently from optimism to depression. I guess that I should have expected that. But all in all, I thought I was handling things pretty well. As long as I didn't think about the loss of my soul to the devil that was. I was ready for bed around 11:00 PM, but I was having another craving for something salty again. "Damn . . . what's with me today?!" I scoured the kitchen looking for something to satisfy me. I found nothing that would do so I ended up sprinkling salt on my fingers and licking it off. "Shit . . . maybe I'm getting PMS or something . . . woman!" Once satisfied, I finally wandered back to bed and fell asleep. Around 2:00 AM I felt chilled and reached down to pull up the comforter. I didn't notice that the reason for my discomfort was the presence of Lucy standing in the shadows of the corner of the room. With a smile across her face and her eyes glistening fire red, she waved her arm and pointed at me once more. I shivered momentarily and curled up in the fetal position to try to warm myself. I drifted off to sleep and woke refreshed the next morning.

The bacon and eggs were sizzling. I could hardly wait to dig in. I doused my eggs with what seemed like an entire shaker of salt. I even ended up putting more salt on my bacon. I didn't care, I just knew that it tasted good to me for some strange reason. After breakfast, I cleaned up and decided to head up to the pier. "Maybe It'll be kind of fun to make an appearance on the beach as a bikini clad babe" I thought. I went to the bedroom, threw my stuff in a beach bag, jumped in the car and headed off to the public beach at the pier.

"This time . . . make sure you don't wander into the men's room again." I thought as I walked up to the main building at the beach. I again paused before entering the woman's locker room. "This could be fun . . ." I could feel myself getting horny at the anticipation of entering. I went in half expecting everyone to notice that I was really a guy, and that they would react accordingly. But as I entered, the only stares I got were stares of jealous women wishing that they looked as good as I did. My heart raced with excitement at the sight of seeing so many women without their clothes on. "Fucking Tits `R' Us!" I thought. I made my way to a locker and put my stuff down. A young girl was just getting out of the showers and had her things just a couple of lockers down from me. "Excuse me" she said as she scooted by me. "Sure" I said smiling. As she bent over to pick up something from the bottom of her locker, I got the most arousing view of her pussy from behind. "Oh yeah! I'm gonna like this! I can get a hard-on and nobody can ever tell . . . cool!" I thought. I decided that I'd better get dressed before people realized that I was really here for the scenery. So I opened my locker and began to undress. I was uneasy about stripping in front of the other women. Again, I almost expected them to realize that I was a man. But as I pulled off my top and panties, nobody seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary. None gave me a second look. "Good" I thought. I pulled out a hot pink string bikini that I bought at the mall yesterday. I bent down and stepped into the bottoms. I pulled them up and adjusted them around my crotch and pulled the back out of my crack. It felt strange to be wearing something so revealing. "Quite a change from boxers!" I thought. After fumbling for a couple of minutes with the top, the girl next to me remarked "Don't you just hate getting those things on? There such a pain in the butt." I smiled back and agreed. "I just don't seem to be able to get the back" I said. "Here . . . let me give you a hand" she said. I turned around as her soft hands intermittently touched my back and aroused me as she was tying my straps. I turned around and said thanks. She then remarked on how she wished she had a body like mine. I chuckled and said "Hey . . . be careful what you wish for . . . you may not get exactly what you want." She smiled and went back to getting dressed. My tits were sitting kind of funny in my bikini top. I grabbed my suit and pulled up on them with my fingers. "There . . . that's better" I thought. "These tits are even harder to get situated than my cock and balls were." I shut my locker, grabbed my towel and decided to head out to the beach.

Every eye seemed to glare at me, both men and women starred in awe at my perfect female form. I have to admit. The attention was fun, but the stares of men really unnerved me. I knew what they were thinking. Hell, I still thought the same thing every time I looked in the mirror. I didn't mind giving them a show, but it was certainly going to stop there. I bought myself a salted pretzel and drink from one of the vendors and sat down on a bench to eat it. I enjoyed people watching as dozens of people walked by. It seemed like half of the men that walked by just had to say something to me. All the lewd stares, comments, and attention from them was really starting to bug me. So I grabbed my things and decided to move on to a more quiet location. A few minutes later I was walking along the boardwalk when I noticed an attractive man wearing a Speedo bathing suit walking my way. As he came closer, my eyes became transfixed on the outline of the shape of his cock and balls behind his tight suit. "Mmmm" I thought. "Looking good." All of the sudden reality slapped me in the face. I dropped my food as I jumped backward in disbelief as to the thoughts that just entered my head. I sat down on a nearby bench, put my head down in my lap and began to shake. "Holy shit . . . oh no . . . it can't be! I can't be that . . . no! That fucking bitch!" It took me a couple of minutes to regain my composure. When I did, I decided that I needed to get the hell out of here. I took off in the direction of the locker rooms to get my stuff and head home. As I walked back, I could feel something strange building inside of me. Desires . . . cravings . . . desperation, all filled my mind like a whirlwind. I could take it no longer. I ran into one of the stalls in the locker room and slammed the door behind me. I took off my bikini bottom which clung slightly to my wet pussy as I pulled it down. I then thrust my fingers into my crotch and began to masturbate. I was beyond the point of being able to stop myself. My hand moved faster and faster until I could feel my orgasm building. I shook as it hit me. It felt so good, yet it was so frustrating. Like my body wanting to ejaculate, but since I didn't have a cock anymore, I was left at the threshold of actual fulfillment. "What the hell is happening to me!" I thought. "What the shit is going through my mind! That fucking bitch is making me gay!"

When I got home I started running in circles, screaming at the walls. "Can you hear me?! You bitch! What the fuck are you doing to me!" I demanded. I was interrupted by the sound of the phone ringing. I picked it up. . . and before I could even say hello, I heard HER voice and that hideous laugh. "Hello my dear" she said. "What seems to be the problem?" "You know what's the fucking matter!" I quipped. "You think it's funny to turn me into a faggot or something?!" "Oh hardly my dear . . . then you'd actually enjoy the acts that you were participating in. That's much too good for your punishment" she said smugly. "Then what the hell have you done to me?!" I asked in a scared tone. "Why all I've done to you is to give you a little bit of a carnal craving . . . something that builds slowly over a couple of days, and then becomes so strong, that you'll have no choice but to indulge yourself in it" she said. "Then for the fun part. We get to start the whole cycle over again! Now doesn't that sound like a good time?!" She continued to laugh. I was hysterical at this point. "Craving?! I don't understand. Cycle? What do you mean?!" But before I got any answers, the phone line went dead. "No!" I screamed as I slammed down the receiver. I was left in a rage with more questions left unanswered than I started with. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on your point of view, I was about to get all of the answers that I ever wanted in just a short while.

What happened next was all just a blur. I spent the afternoon trying to understand and fight off urges and thoughts that were flying about my head. The strength of them increasing as time went on. I found these thoughts disgusting and completely humiliating, but yet for some strange reason I couldn't shake them. It was almost as if I was being compelled to want to do things that were totally against my will. I didn't want to do them . . . hell, I didn't even want to think them . . . but as time went on, I became powerless. At around 6:30 PM, I could no longer fight it, my mind screamed no . . . but I was like a drug addict . . . too weak and unable to stop myself. So like some sex starved zombie, I got in the shower to get ready to go on the prowl for the night. Thoughts of salty semen raced through my mind. "Oh my God . . . that's why I've been overdosing on salt!" My body was in search of something, and now I knew what! I was horrified . . . but still I couldn't stop myself. I got dried off and went to the bedroom and picked out the sexist outfit that I could find. I put on a white satin G-string and black stockings. The feel of the G-string tightly stretching over my pussy and riding up between the cheeks of my ass was exhilarating. The sheerness of both fabrics against my skin only seemed to intensify my primal instincts. Next I pulled a tight fitting, low cut, black cocktail dress over my head. The short length made my long, thin legs look like they went on forever. The dress clung to my hips and my ass like a second skin, almost leaving nothing to the imagination. Since the top of the dress had a bit of a baggy fit to it, I decided to go braless. Since the fabric was so light in weight, the imprint of my nipples and my jiggling cleavage became the focal point of my body. With a pair of spiked black shoes, the look was complete. I did my hair just as I'd seen the woman at the salon do it. My long thick golden mane flowed softly with every move that I made. I then applied my makeup and as a finishing touch, painted my inch long fingernails a deep shade of crimson. I sprayed perfume on my neck and wrists, and then giving myself a little smirk in the mirror, lifted the hem of my dress and sprayed some on my pussy. After putting on a few pieces of jewelry, I glanced at the total package in the mirror. My male self was in awe of what I saw. I looked like a cross between a beauty queen and a porn star. I could feel my inner male self almost orgasming at the site. Disgusted at what my body was making me do, I grabbed my purse and headed off to the nightclub.

The entire way there, I tried to turn around. But there was no turning back. I was craving it more and more each second. I finally arrived at `Breakers' and parked the car. "What the fuck am I doing?!" my mind screamed. But it was no use. As I walked in, my body screamed sex. It felt like every eye in the place was looking at me. I took a seat at the bar. "What can I get you miss?" the bartender asked. "Hmmm . . . how about something strong . . . like a White Russian." I purred. "You got it" he said. One thing was for sure, I sure as hell needed a drink! As I sat there sipping it, I surveyed the room. Half of me was admiring all the babes, but the other half of me was looking for something else. I saw these two guys sitting at a table on the other side of the room. They were both really good looking and alone. So I decided to walk across the room and toy with them a little. "Hi guys" I said. "Would either of you care to dance?" They both almost leapt from their seats to say yes. "Easy guys . . . there's plenty of me to go around" I laughed. I grabbed one of them by the hand and dragged him out on the dance floor. With the music pounding and the alcohol starting to take effect, I felt my body temperature rise. I found myself licking my lips as I glanced at the sight of the bulge in his pants. A slow song came over the speakers next. With the lights dimmed and both of us in a tight embrace, I guided his hand and placed it over one of my tits. I could almost feel his cock explode through his pants. I licked his ear gently, and as I blew in it said "I want you. and I want you now." Without hesitation, he started to lead us toward the exit. I paused and said, "what about your friend?" He said "Oh . . . don't worry about him, he'll be fine." "That's not what I meant" I said. "I want him to come join us." His eyes lit up with anticipation. "Just a minute" he said. He went over to his friend, whispered something in his ear and pointed over toward me. The other guy stood up and both of them made their way back to me. I smiled at them . . . then the three of us headed for the parking lot.

My compulsion was overwhelming. My male half was just along for the sick and twisted ride. "We're just over there" the man said pointing to a Chrysler Mini-van off in the back. He open the door for me and said "Where would you like to go?" I widened my eyes and said "Right here . . . right now." The next thing I knew the three of us, who didn't even know each others names, were in the back of the van feeling each other up. I could feel that my G-string was soaked between my legs. There were hands all over me. On my tits, on my pussy . . . my body was on fire. I pulled my dress down over my shoulders to my waist, fully exposing my huge breasts. Having them sucked on drove me crazy. I couldn't take it any more. The next thing I knew, both guys had their clothes off and my G-string was slung somewhere in the van. I was on my knees when I felt a hot tongue on my pussy. "Oh my God" I thought. I moaned like a slut. What happened next will be forever etched in my mind. I found myself leaning forward. And as much as my mind screamed no . . . my body had a mind of its own. I grabbed a cock in hands and slammed my open mouth down over it. Sucking it for all it was worth, I moaned with pleasure. While I was giving this guy probably the best blow job of his life, I felt my ass being pulled up in the air. I felt his hard cock drive deep within my pussy. I screamed with pleasure. "Oh my God . . . don't stop . . . don't stop" I cried. For what seemed like eternity, I knelt there being fucked from behind. The force of his humping causing me dangling breasts to sway back and forth. I continued sucking on the other guys cock in hopes of getting them both off. My body trembled with pleasure as the sounds of female moans, fucking, and sucking filled the air. I felt my orgasm building when all of the sudden the guy fucking me slammed deep into my pussy. When I felt his hot cum pumping into my vagina, I could put off my own orgasm no longer. But as I tried to scream with pleasure, I felt the dick in my mouth tense up. All that came out of my mouth were the sounds of a young girl gagging on an 8" cock and a mouth full of cum. I didn't want to loose a drop. The hot salty cum was the best thing that I'd ever tasted. So I continued licking and sucking his cock until he couldn't take it anymore. All of us moaned with pleasure. I sat up with my dress around my waist and my tits bare . . . cum dripping from my face . . . when all of the sudden I heard a cracking sound in my hand. I looked down and saw the fingers on my hand starting to grow! I remembered the feeling well. "Holy shit I thought . . . I'm changing back!" In a panic I said "thanks guys, but I gotta run." I tried to pull up my dress as I ran from the van and tried to get to safety somewhere. I managed to get to an ally a block or two from the club. There I waited for the inevitable.

I felt the pain starting, but I must have blacked out. When I awoke, I was back in my old body again. "Thank God . . . thank you God . . . it's finally over." As I looked down at myself, the ripped black dress and pantyhose reminded me of what I had just done. Within seconds, I found myself throwing-up at the revolting thought of not only having sex with a man, but swallowing him cum like some thirst starved bimbo. I was sick to my stomach, as the aftertaste of my vomit tasted like semen. Once again causing me to get sick. After about a half hour I managed to pull myself together. I waited until it was well past 3:00 AM so that I could sneak back to my car without anyone seeing me in a dress. Fortunately I made it without incident. I started up the car and drove home with a sense of relief in my mind. "Thank God it's over" I said to myself.

Oddly enough, when I awoke late the next day, I could hardly remember the sensation of being in a woman's body. I knew that I was . . . and I certainly had vivid memories of what I did. But no physical remembrance as to what it felt like to be a woman. It truly seemed that I was back to my old self again after that degrading, humiliating experience. I even found myself back to my old ways, I was already thinking about fucking some girl as soon as I could. "It'll be nice to do the giving this time in stead of the receiving" I chuckled to myself. Just then the door bell rang. I hurried over and opened the door. "Jenny . . . what a surprise. Come on in. What are you doing out here today?" "Hi Chris" she gave me a peck on the cheek. "I was out doing some errands and thought I'd stop by and say hi." "Well I'm glad you did. Come on in." I motioned for her to enter. As she came in, she dropped her car keys by mistake on the floor. "Oops" she said. "I'll get them." As she bent over to pick up the keys, I caught a clear view look at her magnificent tits through the loose neckline of her blouse. The site of that braless chest caused my dick to harden like a rock. As I felt it swelling I thought "Ah . . . now there's a sensation that I missed!" As she stood up, I heard a cracking sound. "Were those your knees cracking?" I said. "No . . . not mine" she said. As I heard it the second time, I also felt it! My spine was starting to shrink again. "Holy shit! Not again!" I thought. I panicked because I didn't want Jenny to see what was happening. "Jenny" my voice starting to crack, "I hate to do this to you . . . but I'm not feeling too good right now . . . you really better go." "But . . . I don't understand . . ." she said "Sorry, please just go . . . I'll call you . . . please." With that I pushed her out the door and turned to run back to the bedroom. I was screaming so loud "No . . . No . . .this can't be!" that I almost didn't hear the telephone ringing. I don't know why, but I picked it up. As I did the hideous sounds of laughter filled the room. "No!" I screamed. "Why are you doing this again to me?!" "I guess you don't get it yet my dear . . . this is a cycle. A cycle that repeats itself every couple of days . . . every couple of days for the rest of your life! Just think how fun it will be Chris . . . every time you get a hard on it will shrivel up and you'll start sprouting tits! You will have transformed into your own image of what a woman truly is . . . some cheap, cock sucking slut with huge tits and a love for the taste of semen! And every time you swallow some, you'll turn back into your male self . . . just in time to get another hard on and do it all again! Don't you see . . . It's an endless cycle!" Her insidious laughter once again echoed through the room and into my head. Tits exploded from my chest, popping buttons off my shirt as they grew. I reached down to my crotch in time to feel my cock and balls being sucked back into my body. I fell to the floor screaming "Nooooooooo! . . . Nooooooooo!" over and over again . . . sounds of laughter still ringing in my ears.