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Amanda was getting fed up with her chauvinist pig of a boss. He was forever making passes at her, and constantly touching her up. She’d had enough.

A friend had given her the number of someone that could help. Amanda was pretty skeptical but went along to humour her friend.

The man claimed to be a wizard and asked Amanda to flick through a magazine and pick out the woman she found the most sexually attractive.

He gave her a small vial of potion and told her to slip it into her bosses drink.

The next day she decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. She slipped the potion into his coffee and brought it to his desk. Grabbing his tie she whispered in his ear that she’d give him a sexy treat later. The poor guy was so flustered he didn’t know where to turn.

Distracted by seemingly getting what he’d lusted after for months he drank his coffee without even noticing the slightly bitter taste.

The potion acted quickly and within minutes he had become a ravishing blonde. Reality had shifted. Amanda was now the boss, and he was now her new sexy secretary.

Amanda was true to her word. She found the new girl incredibly attractive and they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. It wasn’t long before they moved in together and they have been a couple ever since.

This was a whole new life, and the two girls had never been happier.

Sarah, what the hell just happened? I was only joking when I said I’d become your lesbian lover if I lost that hand of cards. How did I suddenly become a girl?

A bet’s a bet Dave, and you should never make a bet you’re not prepared to honour. These are magic cards Dave. And any bet is 100% binding. Be thankful you didn’t say you’d become Mark’s sex slave. I think he’s a little disappointed now that he’s got a look at the new you.

But you’re mine for now. At least until the spell wears off in a few hours. Now let’s get you out of these clothes and have a little fun.

Doesn’t that feel good? Your breasts are so much more sensitive now. I can stop any time you want, you just have to say the word. No, I didn’t think so. I know you want this as much as I do. This will blow your mind.

Now, how does that feel? From the screams I can tell you’re enjoying this. You’re going to find it hard to go back to regular sex once you change back.

Now I know you didn’t agree to become Mark’s sex slave, but the poor guy looks a little left out by our little girly fun. And from the look of him I can tell he really wants to play with us. I fear he may burst if we don’t. Do you agree? You do?

Excellent, now this is going to be something you’re really going to love.

The model is the rather gorgeous Ashley Robbins

Michelle packed up her clothes and waited for the taxi to take her and Jen to the train station. The vacation was over and it was time to return home.

This would be the real test for her. As Bobby she’d only lived in this town. And now she was moving 300 miles away. She’d really have to rely on Jen to help her find her way about.

Apparently she had a week before her college class started again. She was studying to become a nurse. And on weekends she worked in a bar. There was so much she didn’t know about the people in her new life. She hoped some of it would come to her naturally. Maybe she should try the fake amnesia trick she’d seen on a trashy soap opera one time. She giggled, That could be  worth a shot if it all went wrong.

But it was also nice to be starting  somewhere fresh. Where there were no memories of Bobby. This was to be a whole new start.

A whole new life.

The final part of the Coming Round story. Read all the earlier parts here.

What happened next changed Bobby for ever. He’d never felt sensations like it,
even when he was exploring his body by himself earlier that day. Jen was
amazing. The things she showed him!

She made him wear bras, stockings, thongs, basques. She took great pleasure
in lacing him tightly into a corset. He loved the effect it had on his waist and
breasts. And so did Jen. His mind was a whirl.

They explored every inch of each others bodies. Jen showed Bobby exactly where
every sensitive spot was. Bobby then reciprocated and practised what he had
learned. And he loved it.

The sex was incredible. And every time Jen brought him to orgasm Bobby
drifted further away and Michelle became stronger and stronger. By the morning
Bobby no longer thought of himself as male. He was Michelle, he was Jen’s girl.
And he was very very happy at that thought.

Part 9 of the Coming Round story

From the moment Jen entered the room Bobby was smitten. She was gorgeous. She’d have been out of his league when he was a guy. Mind you, so was the body he was now inhabiting!

After an awkward few minutes, he soon relaxed. Bobby had no idea what the fight had been about, but he accepted Jen’s apology anyway. He definitely wanted to kiss and make up.

It was then he made a decision. He really needed an ally if he was going to live day to day as Michelle. So, taking a deep breath he told her everything. Jen couldn’t quite believe it, even after being shown the note.

But after a lot of talking, she said she was willing to give it a try. She even said she found the idea of inducting a guy into the world of womanhood to be quite erotic.

“In fact,” she said, grabbing Bobby by the hand and leading him to the bed, “I know just the way to begin your education…”

Part 8 of the Coming Round story arc

The gypsy curse had been very inventive. He has been turned into a very sexy girl but had kept his male desires, in fact they had been increased. He found himself lusting after women who would never think of him in a sexual way. And he found the thought of sex with men completely repulsive. In fact he would feel physically sick if a man so much as touched him.

And in a body as attractive as his it was hard to keep the men at bay. He couldn’t go out for a drink without a constant stream of men hitting on him.

So he found himself touring the red light disctricts. Paying for sex with the girls in the windows. Renting a little bit of human contact so he could feel close to someone for just a short while.

He wished he could be a man again, but that was never going to happen. This was his life now….

Images from Suicide Girls

Take a good look at your friend, isn’t he just divine in his pink lingerie? So feminine.

But…. thats impossible. Isn’t it?

I control some powerful magic Michael. I can change you into anything I desire.

Please, no. Let me go.

But you have to ask for it. It’s even sweeter when you beg to be changed. Even now I’ve been clouding your mind, increasing your desire for the soft and the feminine. It’s only a matter of time before you succumb. You just have to ask.

Never, I will never..erm… you can’t do… but I’m a b……

Tell me what you want Michael.

I… I…. I want to be a girl. Please?

Good Girl. Now come here and the three of us will have some fun. All girls together.

As he heard the key in the lock he realised he wasn’t ready to face anybody like this
and ran back to the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

He heard footsteps in the room, and a girl’s voice called through the bathroom door.

“Shelly? It’s Jen. I guess you still don’t want to talk to me huh? I’m sorry about the argument
last night. I didn’t mean to upset you. I was worried when you ran off like that. I thought
you were going to do something silly, you looked really pissed.

Listen Shelly, I still love you, and hope we can sort things out. I’m going to give you some
space today. If you want to work things out then give me a call. I’ll be over like a shot.”

And with that she left. Bobby was more confused than ever. Was that his girlfriend?
So was he a lesbian? And just what was in that envelope?

By Popular Demand Part 2 of an ongoing sequence  (read part 1 here).

I’ve found lots of photos of this girl now. Her name is Katie Fey or Janya D. I’m not sure how its heading, I’m going to make it up as I go along, but when I know, you’ll know

Bobby had no idea what had happened. He’d been out having drinks with his buddies when he suddenly felt a little too dizzy. He’d gone to the bathroom to splash some water on his face… and that’s the last thing he could remember. He’d come round on the bathroom floor with the body of a scantily dressed young girl.

The oddest thing was, this was not the bathroom he had collapsed in. So had he been changed and moved here or had he swapped bodies with somebody. And was that girl now in his body? He was amazed that his mind was rationally working out and weighing up these equally impossible scenarios.

Further exploration revealed that he was in a hotel room on the other side of town. The handbag contained a purse with a few hundred dollars in cash and a credit card and driver’s licence in the name of Michelle Edmonds. He’d never heard of her but the photo on the licence was definitely his new body. There were no house or car keys in the bag. He wondered if they were elsewhere in the room.

The wardrobe was packed with clothes. But all ultra-feminine dresses and skirts. There wasn’t a single pair of trousers in the room. He was going to have to embrace his feminine side, but since he was already wearing stockings and heels he guessed he already had. A floaty dress wasn’t going to make any difference.

At the bottom of the wardrobe he found a large manilla envelope. Maybe this would contain some information about his predicament.

He was just about to open the envelope when there was the sound of a key in the door and somebody turned the handle to come in….

Now part 1 of a longer sequence. Read all parts here.

He’d become his wife’s pet project. Ever since she’d found the amulet he had been her plaything. The
amulet allowed one change spell every day. And she made sure she used it to change his body daily.

At first she’d turned him into a real macho stud. He’d really enjoyed being an alpha male. But then his
wife revealed she’d always been bi-curious and wanted to see what sex was like with another girl. So
he found himself as a sexy girl. His wife liked it so much she’d kept him female for the next 6 months.

But the worst thing was, she was never satisfied with his look. Every day she’d make a change here,
a tweak there until he’d become an ultra-feminine cliche.

In recent weeks she’d become obsessed with his breasts. Every morning she’d wake up and state that
“I’d just like to make your titties just a little bit bigger.” And so she did. And how they’d grown!

They were huge now, and no matter how much he pleaded she still made them swell some more. Every
day he had to get used to a new centre of gravity, and his back ached from carrying them around all day.
Worse still was the looks he got when she sent him jiggling around the stores to do the household
chores. The men looked on with pure lust and the women looked at him with disgust or pity.

How much bigger would she make them get?

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