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A Cinderella Story

Copyright 2007-2008 Severe Productions Ltd. All rights reserved.
Intended for adults only. TS.Severe@yahoo.com
Story Codes: M/TG, Fantasy, Magic, Oral, Transgender
Synopsis: When Robert finds out his wife is cheating on him, the young
man's Fairy Godmother steps in to give him some much needed help,
setting Robert on a long and surprising journey to find happiness in a
life he never dreamed of. 

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

A Cinderella Story
By T.S.Severe

Chapter One



"I wish I had better news." Gloria said and she was short and plump
and her brown eyes were sincere. That was the worst part maybe, she
really did wish she had something else to tell me.

"Yeah." I looked down, turning my glass slowly. We were in a corner
bar called Jonah's and I should have been on a train home from work,
but I wasn't.

"The guy calls himself 'Bad Daddy' around town, but his real name is
Clyde Jefferson. He did some time for a carjacking when he was
eighteen." Gloria had a little notebook, but she wasn't looking at it.
"Far as I can tell she met him at the shelter a few months back, doing
some kind of community service..."

"Clothing drive." I nodded.

"Clothing drive?" Gloria looked at me and shrugged. "Anyway, after
that he's been a regular."

"So...What?" I looked up at her. "You have evidence? Pictures or
something?"

"Pictures." Gloria agreed. "They're not pretty."

"Okay." I nodded.

The woman opened her brief, a soft leather case, old and worn, pulling
out a large brown envelope. She put it on the table, sliding it
towards me with her palm flat cross it, drumming her fingers for a
moment while I looked at it.

"You don't have to look." Gloria lied.

"Yeah, I know." I pulled it out from under hand, knowing I did, and
there were a dozen photos, maybe more.

My young and attractive wife in bed with a large and rough looking
black man. He had tattoos and close cropped hair and a hard face. A
hard body too, big and muscular. There he was pushing his big black
cock into my wife's pussy. There she was sucking it. There they were
smiling, kissing, laughing, fucking.

"The negatives are in there." Gloria told me. "My bill too."

"Right, okay." I swallowed hard, putting the pictures back.

"You need a lawyer? I know some real good ones, the sooner you start..."

"No." I took a deep breath. "I'll be okay."

I picked up my drink, taking a swallow of scotch and feeling it burn
all the way down.

"Right." She nodded. "Well, good luck Mr. Patterson. I'm really
sorry."

"Yeah, me too." I shrugged. "Thanks Gloria."

She left me, leaving her drink untouched and off to do whatever it is
private investigators do when they're not destroying people's lives.
That wasn't fair though; I'd had my suspicions and hired her. Gloria
hadn't destroyed anything; she'd just delivered the truth. It would
have been nice to have someone to blame though. Someone other than me,
other than my wife.

"Why so glum, chum?" The bartender asked me ten minutes later when I
pulled up a stool.

"Chivas." I waggled a finger towards the bottles behind him. "A
double."

"Got it." He nodded.

"Shit." A guy sat down next to me and I barely glanced at him, minding
my own business. "You know what I hate? Cigarettes. I tried quitting a
hundred times...You got a light?"

"No, sorry." I looked at him and he was holding a cigarette, of
course.

An older guy, older than my twenty-six years anyway, with steel grey
hair and light blue eyes. A five o'clock shadow and a nice suit. He
looked like a million other guys downtown. He looked like me in
fifteen years.

"You want one?" He asked and I shook my head.

"They put chemicals in 'em, you know? Get you addicted. Make you do
anything for a cigarette." He shrugged, dropping it on the bar.
"People kill for cigarettes."

"Double Chivas." The bartender was back, putting the drink in front of
me.

"Let me get a Michelob." My new friend said. "And some matches."

"No smoking in here." The bartender said apologetically.

"What? It's a fuckin bar, isn't it?" The guy looked annoyed.

"City ordinance, sorry pal." The bartender shrugged, opening his
chiller and pulling out a bottle of beer.

"Well ain't that a crying shame." The guy snorted. "I guess I'm
quittin' again."

"Have some pretzels." I said, sliding a bowl over for him. "They put
chemicals in those too."

"Thanks Cindy, you're alright." The guy nodded. "Cute too."

"Excuse me?" I blinked at him.

"Whoa!" He grinned. "I like the way you say that..."

"Look, I'm not in the best mood right now, so..."

"...Just like a woman." The guy picked up his bottle, ignoring the empty
glass next to it and took a swallow. "What, you never got hit on
before?"

"You got the wrong idea, buddy." I was getting a little pissed and I
could feel that envelope, folded over and stuffed inside my overcoat.

"Yeah?" He shrugged and turned towards me slightly, holding out his
hand. "That happens. I'm Paul."

I stared at his hand for a second.

"Go on, fuck, we're just a couple guys having a drink." He smiled and
gave his hand a little jerk until I took it.

"Robert." I said and I figured I'd down my scotch and get out of
there.

"Bobby, okay." He nodded. "So, what are you trying to quit, Bobby?"

"Robert." I insisted, picking up my glass. "And I'm not quitting
anything."

"That right?" Paul sounded doubtful. "Thought maybe you were quitting
your wife maybe."

"My wife?" I looked at him sharply.

"You got the ring, Bobby." He gestured at my left hand. "And a double
scotch don't mean you're happy."

"Maybe it just means I like scotch." I frowned.

"Hey, I like getting my dick sucked in the men's room, but I don't do
it when dinner's on the table." He laughed. "Don't bullshit me."

"What?" I set my drink down. "Who the fuck are you?"

"I'm your fairy godmother." He shrugged. "Now look, you got a couple
choices here..."

"I gotta catch a train." I reached for my wallet.

"...You can get a gun, that's one choice. Put some lead in that no good
bitch you married." He made a little face. "Good for her that, but bad
for you in the long run, Bobby."

"What?" I felt dizzy listening to this stranger.

"Or, you could hire one of those lawyers, yeah. Lose the house, the
car, and the dog." Paul sighed. "I love that dog. Lose your job too, I
suppose, since you're doing her daddy's laundry, right?"

"Look, whoever you are..."

"Of course, you might be able to blackmail her with those pictures,
but that's iffy." Paul smiled at me. "Your wife strikes me as a real
cunt and threatening a woman like that, well, you could end up on the
wrong end of a real big stick."

"A big stick?"

"A big stick named Clyde." Paul chuckled. "You're too pretty to be
going toe to toe with Bad Daddy, don't you think?"

"What...Fuck you! Who are you?"

"I told you, pumpkin, I'm your..."

"Fairy godmother, I got that." I finally took that drink of scotch I
wanted, swallowing half the glass hard.

"Yep, she's got you by the hairs now, Bobby." Paul decided. "The short
ones. You know what a cuckold is? It's you. You're going to go home
and stew for a while, a week or two maybe, and then get in an argument
about something little, something...else. Dinner maybe. And then, my
friend, it'll come out. You'll yell and pull out your pictures and ask
'How could you?' and she'll laugh in your face."

I just stared at him.

"And you know what you'll do then?"

"What?" I breathed feeling my face burn.

"Apologize." He shrugged. "You'll say you're sorry and go back to work
and live with the fact that your little white wife is fucking that big
black cock every night."

"No..." I shook my head.

"Yes." Paul nodded. "He's there right now. The man's been staying
later and later, just waiting to get caught. One of these days, old
Clyde just isn't going to leave."

"You're crazy, you can't know that."

"He's in your bed, fucking your wife, drinking your booze." The guy
grinned. "Shit, Princess, he's even watching the Celtics your big
screen TV."

"So what?" I decided, picking up my glass again. "You forgot the last
option."

"What?" Paul laughed lightly. "The bridge? Bad way to go and then
what? Your wife collects your life insurance and buys her Bad Daddy a
new Rolex? Come on, you know she's gotta pay for what she's doing."

"Pay how?" I took a sip of scotch and smacked my lips. "You've already
made it clear just how fucked I am."

"Ohhh...Not yet, baby." Paul licked his lips. "But you will be."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I wondered.

"Look at the time!" Paul glanced at his watch, a big Rolex. "My wife's
getting dinner on the table, so..." he wrinkled his nose at me, "...I'll
have to take a take a rain check on that blowjob."

"What? Wait..."

"Here's a kiss on account though." He said and before I knew what was
happening I felt his lips on mine, his tongue forcing its way into my
mouth and I tasted beer and cigarettes.

That kiss lasted one...two...three long heartbeats too, like I was in
shock and frozen in the headlights.

"Sick fuck!" I jerked away and Paul was standing there smiling at me.
"I'll see you 'round, Cindy...I mean Bobby."

Then the guy walked out of the bar, leaving me flushed with outrage
and paying for his beer.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Why are you so late?" Belinda, my wife, was standing in the kitchen
with her arms crossed while our maid was cleaning up behind her.

"I had an appointment." I said quietly. "What's for dinner."

"It's in the refrigerator." She said, looking pretty as always with
her blonde hair done up nice and wearing a blue dress I'd never seen
before. It clung tight to her body, showing off her full breasts and
long legs, that perfectly round ass and flat tummy she was so proud
of. 

"Are we going out?" I asked and Rita, the maid, gave me a sidelong
glance.

"I'm going out." Belinda told me. "If you can't come home on time,
well, you can stay here. Don't wait up."

"Going where?" I asked her. "Belinda, I had some work to do, what's
wrong with you?"

"I have needs, Robert." She gave me a little smile, a sarcastic one,
and walked out.

"Fuck." I breathed, feeling that heavy envelope inside my coat and I
just left it there.

That guy at the bar was right. They weren't trying to hide it very
hard and I looked through the windows ten minutes later when I heard
the front door open and close. A car had pulled into the drive, a
black BMW and there was a black guy waiting inside for my wife. Bad
Daddy in the flesh, smiling as the interior lights went on and then
off as my wife pulled the passenger door closed behind her. I imagined
she was giving him a kiss then, as they didn't drive off immediately,
but sat there for a minute. She was kissing him and rubbing his big
black cock probably, laughing about how her husband was eating cold
roast beef alone in the kitchen.

I was skipping dinner though, my stomach feeling a little upset from
the drink, and I just went upstairs, past all our wedding pictures
hanging in the staircase. We'd been married only a year, a little more
than that, and I loved her. I thought she loved me, but who knows. Her
father owned a bank and I knew he didn't like me, but he'd given me a
job anyway, a good one so I could afford to take care of his little
girl in the style and comfort she was accustomed to.

Spoiled bitch.

I was babysitting, that's what it was. Her parents knew Belinda liked
to fuck around, it wasn't a big secret. I'd thought she'd settle down
though, like she'd promised me she would. All those boyfriends in
college, they hadn't meant anything. That's what she'd said. She loved
me and wanted to be my loving wife. Her parents were happy she was
married at least and they just wished she'd done better for herself
than a middle class kid graduating in the middle of his class from
business school. With Belinda's reputation though, she was probably
lucky she'd gotten me to the alter. Stupid, gullible, and naīve
Robert. That was me and now, a year later, I was just figuring that
out.

I couldn't kill her, obviously. Guys like me don't survive prison. I
couldn't divorce her, that would take away everything, including my
job and any prospects for another one, at least in this town. Daddy
could be pretty unforgiving when someone hurt his little girl. I
couldn't blackmail her, first because she probably didn't care, and so
it would be more like I was blackmailing my father-in-law, and that
would...I don't know, put me through all kinds of hell probably. And who
knows, maybe that Clyde person would kick my ass and take the pictures
and...Yeah, bad idea that one. Suicide? No thanks. I kind of liked being
alive, more than I disliked what was happening to me, but the balance
was shifting slowly, I could feel it.

On top of all that, like I didn't have enough problems, some fag was
hitting on me in a bar. Some stranger who knew a little too much about
me and my life and I still hadn't come to terms with that. How had
Paul known all that stuff? Was he stalking me or something? Or...I
blinked as the possibility that he was working for Belinda's father
popped into my head. The guy could be an investigator, like Gloria,
the one I'd hired. I wouldn't put it past my father-in-law, that guy
was pretty ruthless. Yeah, he'd do it, being a real control freak like
he was. He'd want to know what his daughter was up to, and then what I
was up to if I found out. That Paul guy was just trying to scare me, I
thought.

Well, he'd done it, I had to admit. He'd really freaked me out and I
didn't like it.

"Pretty." I snorted, standing naked in the bathroom just before my
shower. 

That was what he'd called me, wasn't it? Pretty or...Cute, was it? Why a
queer private investigator though, what was up with that? Probably
Belinda's father having a little fun with me. He knew how much I hated
having my manhood questioned. It wasn't my fault that I was maybe a
little effeminate. I did have a pretty face and my body was slim, but
I wasn't gay. I wasn't particularly girlish, I just looked...Pretty. I
frowned at myself, rubbing my jaw and wishing I could get a little
growth. That guy in the bar had stubble, but I'd never shaved in my
life. My blue eyes were clear and my black hair was neat and combed, a
little long but that was the style, it wasn't even on my collar
really.

A lot of girls had liked my looks. Belinda had liked my looks just
fine, but now...Why a black guy? A man with tattoos and scars and a hard
face like that. All big and muscular and...Why not? I was thin and soft
and my pale skin wasn't marked in anyway. Maybe Belinda had gotten
bored with me, with my smooth body and pretty looks. She wanted...I
wouldn't say a real man because I was a real man, but a different sort
of man. A dangerous sort, like a big black gang-banger from the inner
city. That was about as different from me as a guy could get. Why did
women find that attractive? Why young white women, with money and
standing in the community, married women like my wife...Why did they
want a guy like Bad Daddy?

It was an unhappy mystery to me and all I knew was I was being painted
into a corner. That Paul guy was right, I'd find myself sleeping in
the guest room one of these nights, listening to my wife fuck Clyde in
our marriage bed while I helplessly jerked off like the cuckold I was.
I'd probably end up buying a gun, if that happened, but I wouldn't bet
any money on who I might use it on. Probably myself and that was
another depressing thought to file away with all the others as I got
into the shower.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Bzzzzz...I slapped the alarm clock out of pure reflex.

"Mmmm..." I blinked at the early morning light, closed my eyes and then
remembered it was only Thursday and I had to open my eyes again.

I stretched a little, reaching for Belinda, but I didn't find her. So
whose hair was in my face? I opened my eyes again and realized it was
in my eyes too. I reached for it, feeling the silky softness under my
fingers and then feeling my scalp as I gave it a little pull.

"Ow." I said softly and my voice sounded funny.

This was a weird dream, I thought, and closed my eyes again. I rolled
over and then felt some discomfort in my chest. Not like anything else
I'd ever experienced, this was different, like a strange pressure, but
pushing in the wrong direction or something. At least my morning hard-
on was there, that familiar ache pushing everything else aside for a
moment. I always woke up with an erection, ever since I was about
fourteen or so, rain or shine, every morning. My dick was hard and I
always gave it a little squeeze, a bit of a rub, you know. It felt
good, like the world was A-Ok so long as the sun rose and my dick was
hard. 

Was it? I was rubbing it through my pajamas and yeah, it was hard, but...
Smaller? Maybe, it didn't feel the same as I'd remembered after about
a half dozen years of feeling it all grown up every morning. It was
like I was fourteen again or something, but maybe...

All of that took a few seconds and then I was sitting up and the first
thing I noticed, other than even more long black hair falling in my
face, was that I had tits. Not like small man tits that fat guys get,
and I was hardly fat in any case, these were real breasts. I knew
because I gabbed them, squeezing them through my too tight pajama top
and they were large and round and firm and I had nipples! Well, I had
nipples before, but these nipples were hard and hot all of a sudden
and...

"What the fuck?" I tore off my pajama top, losing some buttons as I
just pulled it over my head and there were those tits. My tits and
they were perfect, like Belinda's except they were mine and maybe even
a little bigger than hers. They were firm and proud, with rich dark
nipples pointing out and up, and I stared at them.

I took off the bottoms too and my boxers and I stared at my penis
which had softened a bit. I'd had a fairly big one before, or so I
thought, not huge or anything, but nice and circumcised and more than
a few girls had appreciated it, but this...I had a smallish penis now, a
pinkish one with a long wrinkled foreskin and soft little balls in a
soft sack just below it. 

It was someone else's cock, not mine, this one would be...I don't know,
barely five inches long if it was hard and I was almost afraid to
touch it. But I did, just to see if it was real. I explored it with
tentative fingers and of course it was real. It even started to grow,
getting harder again and that at least was a familiar sensation. But
those nipples, they were cold now and a little shiver went through me,
and then they were hot again and I felt a little quiver in my tummy,
and that just made my little cock get even harder and...Oh God!

I was insane. I was having a breakdown and I bit my bottom lip, which
felt kind of good for some reason. In fact my lips felt, not bigger,
but...Puffy? Or something, fuller I suppose and pouting maybe, and my
whole body was changed. I was always slim but now I had deftly rounded
hips and a narrow waist with a soft flat tummy and my shoulders were
thin, even more than they used to be, and my legs...Why did I have long
smooth legs? At least I'd had some light brown hair on my legs before,
but now they were smooth as silk and my little feet had little pink
toes. I lifted my left arm and I didn't even have hair in my armpits!

I needed a mirror and the one on our dresser was right there. I stared
in shock at my reflection as I stood in the middle of the bedroom. I
had thick black hair, like wild black hair. It was all over the place.
A real bed head and my body...My cock was hard as hell now just because
the rest of my body was fine! Those tits were wonderful, like C cups
at least with hard brown nipples, invitingly long and thick, just
begging for a kiss or a pinch or a good hard suck. Wouldn't that feel
nice? God! And my face? I was pretty as a man, but as a woman...I could
still see me there, I mean I could recognize myself, but I was a
woman. A beautiful woman with the same pert nose and high cheeks. The
same big blue eyes I'd always had, but my lips were pouting now, like
they were dying for a kiss. Serious bee stung lips and I licked them,
my little pink tongue darting out and I blinked at that. 

I realized with a start that I was jerking off and I stared at myself
in the mirror, watching as I fondled my hard cock, pulling the
foreskin back and the sensation of exposing the sensitive glans put me
on my tip-toes. My old circumcised cock had never felt like that. This
one was...sensitive! It felt good though, playing with it, and my
breasts were aching as well. I used my other hand to explore my
nipples, rubbing them with my thumb and gasping as that felt
unbelievably good as well.

I was rubbing my thighs together as I stood there, sort of rubbing my
whole body together, if that makes sense, like I just wanted to be
touched all over. I wanted to be kissed and caressed and my body was
flushed and warm and alive with the urgent need to feel someone else's
skin against it. It's hard to explain, I didn't know what I was
feeling or why, and my tummy was fluttering, that's the only word for
it. My heart was beating rapidly and my lungs laboring to draw cool
air into my hot body, and I was rubbing my cock and playing with my
tits and staring into my own beautiful face and...

"Oh...God!" I groaned and my cock was spurting hard suddenly.

I was cumming but it didn't feel like it ever had before, this was
almost painful in a way. My penis suddenly much too sensitive even for
my hand, or at least the head of it was, and I let it go so that it
jerked around wildly, spraying creamy ejaculate onto the carpet around
me. It was intense and the sensation spread all through me. It wasn't
just in my penis; it was in my belly and in my chest. It was in my
head! I felt my mind feverish and it was the best orgasm of my life,
bar none. It was just...Complete, or something. Visceral and cerebral
and I found myself on my back on the floor, squeezing my tits and cock
as I moaned, and that orgasm just went on and on, like up and down for
I don't know, ten minutes? At least. 

Multiple orgasms? That was impossible, wasn't it? I rubbed my fingers
through the spermy remains of my orgasm, the small warm puddles on my
stomach and thighs, feeling it like butter almost and even that was
somehow different and feminine. Girlish sperm?

"Jesus..." I breathed, blinking and giggling and oh my, that was a sexy
sound. I giggled like a little girl getting fucked! I swear it wasn't
my voice and I started talking to myself, like saying embarrassingly
dirty things that I'd always wanted to hear a girl say but never had,
you know? I mean, well, I won't repeat them here, not yet anyway, but
you can imagine. And hearing those things coming from my lips but in
someone else's voice was insane.

I was in a rubber room someplace, I was sure. This was some good
hallucinating though and if a person had to go crazy, I mean if you
just had to, well, I was sure there were worse forms insanity could
take. I kind of hoped they wouldn't cure me right away; I sort of
liked this body. Masturbation was going to be so much more fun now, I
thought. Who needs Belinda? Fuck! I could spend the rest of my life in
the shower with myself and live happily ever after, maybe, or more
likely that was just my weirded out brain still trying to come down
from that long, too long orgasm. That had been intense, did I say that
already? I'll say it again, it was fantastic and nothing like any
orgasm I'd ever had before.

I wanted to live there!

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Knock...Knock...Knock...

"Mr. Patterson?" Rita's soft voice came through the bedroom door and I
blinked at it.

"Hmmmphh..." I cleared my voice and concentrated on trying to make it
sound deep and sleepy maybe. "Huh...What?"

"Mr. Patterson, there's a man here to see you." Rita said. "Mr.
Patterson?"

"Uhhh...Who..." I dropped my voice to a husky whisper, standing close to
the door. "...Who is it?"

"He said his name is Paul." Rita replied and she was a little confused
by all this, I was sure. "He says he knows you."

"Paul?" I swallowed hard and that had come out two octaves too high. 

"Mr. Patterson?" Rita asked. "Are you okay?"

"Uh, yeah...Ahem...Send, uh, send him away. I'm sick." I shrugged.

I didn't know what I was doing really and wondered how that guy knew
where I lived. I figured it was real proof that he was working for
Belinda's father and there was no way I was going to let him see me
like this!

"But, um...Sir? He said it's important." Rita wasn't going away. "He
says he brought your clothes."

"What?" I frowned. "I mean...What?"

"New clothes? He said you would need them this morning?" Rita was
getting exasperated, running out of patience as we talked through the
door.

"Clothes?" I blinked at that. 

Could that Paul guy know that I'd changed? What kind of insanity was
this? I was perfectly happy being by myself and a little part of me
wondered if the doctors weren't curing me. That would suck, I hadn't
even gotten in the shower yet. Or a bubble bath! Ohhh...That would be
special, I thought.

"Sir?" Rita knocked again.

"Yeah, yeah...Bring him here." I said.

"Here? Up here?"

"Yes, up here, here!" I totally forgot to change my voice and I
winced.

"Uhhh...Yes sir." Rita was leaving, I could hear her footsteps and some
muttered Spanish under her breath.

Now what? I didn't know what I was going to do or say to this guy, but
then I started thinking I could just pretend I was someone else,
right? I mean, I could be Robert's girlfriend, or something, his...
Cousin, visiting from out of town. That's it. I would be my own cousin
and Robert was...In the shower and I'd ask this guy what he was up to.
That would work, wouldn't it? Sure, maybe, possibly. Except I was
naked and I swallowed hard running on my little pink toes to get my
robe and tie it around my small waist just as the knocking started.

"Bobby? It's me, pal." Paul chuckled. "Can I come in?"

He didn't wait for an answer, but just turned the handle and poked his
head inside the bedroom, smiling at me as I stood there in my
bathrobe. I was blushing, burning up and I knew he could tell so that
just made it worse, but I was determined to find out who this guy
really was and what he wanted.

"Robert's not here, he uh..." I licked my pouting red lips. "...He's in
the, um, shower."

"Oh." Paul nodded and cocked his head. "I don't hear any water
running."

I just shrugged as if I didn't really care and that seemed like a
pretty useful gesture as I'd seen a lot of beautiful women use it. It
always left me feeling like a dope.

"Hmmm..." Paul smiled, closing the door behind him as he stepped inside.
"...Size 2 right off the rack, I bet. I'm never wrong!"

"Excuse me? Who are you and what do you want with Robert?" I demanded.

"Bobby..." He gave me a sad look. "...Don't you remember our kiss? I
brought you something."

He was holding a bag, I realized, a plastic bag like he'd been
shopping at the mall. It was only seven thirty in the morning, or a
little before eight by then, either way the malls were closed. I
looked at the bag suspiciously and then caught on what he'd said. He
knew I was me?

"Kiss?" I swallowed hard, feigning ignorance as he walked towards me,
swinging that bag like he didn't have a care in the world.

"Oh yeah." Paul smiled. "I'm about ready to collect on that rain check
too, I think."

"R-Rain check?" I stared at him.

"Yeah, you know." He wrinkled his nose and smiled. "That blowjob?"

"What?" I took an involuntary step backwards and my butt, my
impossibly pert, firm, and round butt, found the dresser and I was
trapped.

"I'm your fairy godmother remember?" He chuckled and set the bag down,
out of the way. "And you're my Cinderella."

"Cinderella?"

"Hmmm...Cindy...That's a nice name, isn't it?" He nodded and stepped
close, enough so my tits were brushing his chest in the suit he was
wearing. "A pretty name for such a pretty girl, don't you think,
Cindy?"

"I'm not..." I was having a hard time breathing and my heart was beating
faster.

He was so close now I could smell him and unlike last night, this
morning he smelled fresh and clean and he'd shaved so that his face
was smooth and handsome. His dark eyes were warm, a deep brown color
that I liked a lot and he was taller than me, I realized, much taller
than he'd been in the bar. Or I was shorter and I closed my eyes. I'd
been six foot two and now...I tried to guess, five foot nine maybe? If I
was lucky. 

"You're Cindy now, yes you are." He was reaching for me and I jerked
my head back as his fingers touched my cheek.

"What's happening?" I whispered. "Am I crazy?"

"Oh yes." He chuckled. "Just like the rest of us, I'm afraid." 

"But..."

"Don't worry though, Cindy, you won't turn back at midnight. You get
the full ride."

"I don't understand." I sighed.

"And speaking of rides..." Paul lifted his eyebrows playfully.

And then he was kissing me, like the night before but this was better
and I found myself enjoying it. His tongue slipped gently into my
mouth, almost tenderly it seemed, and I was melting against him. My
knees were weak and my legs rubbery and I was falling but Paul caught
me and held me up and against him. He kissed me deeper then as my arms
went around him and I moaned, feeling my nipples burning cold and my
small penis aching all of a sudden, jerking loose beneath my
terrycloth robe.

"Let's see what's down here..." Paul whispered as our kiss broke and his
lips moved to my left ear.

He was sliding his hand inside my robe and I went stiff, my whole body
as he found my cock and smiled, giving it a squeeze. He seemed very
pleased with that and I shivered as the man pulled my foreskin back
and rubbed the sensitive head of my penis with his thumb. I clutched
at him, shutting my eyes tightly against that new sensation and I felt
butterflies in my tummy, a hundred of them, thousands, all clamoring
for escape. It was confusing and delightful and giving me chills as I
fought to control my emotions. I was excited and afraid, and filled
with so much desire and lust that I thought I should burst at any
moment.

"You were pretty before." Paul told me, "Such a pretty Bobby, but now
you're beautiful. A beautiful Cinderella...Suck me now, Princess...Go
ahead..."

He was pushing me down slowly and my hands were sliding down his back,
to his ass and then his thighs as I somehow found myself kneeling on
the carpet in front of him. I felt powerless as he smiled at me,
nodding his head and telling me it was okay. I was a woman now, a sexy
woman who loved to suck cock. His cock for the moment, but later I'd
suck any man's cock I wanted to. I was perfect, Paul told me, as good
a Cinderella as he'd ever made, and that was a lot of them, or so he
said. It made very little sense to me, but I was just trying to
understand why I was on my knees, fumbling with my long red
fingernails to unzip the man's trousers and free his penis.

"Ohhhh...Cindy, that's it honey...Get my magic wand out..." He chuckled as I
bit my bottom lip, reaching inside his pants tentatively, finding his
semi-hard penis and it was large and heavy in my hand. 

"Oh!" I giggled nervously and stared at the man's cock, the first I'd
ever touched in my life, other than my own of course.

"Don't be shy, Cindy." Paul was stroking my wild black hair, pulling
it out of my eyes so he could see me. "A woman like you doesn't have
to be shy about anything."

"I...I've never done this before." I told him, holding his hardening
cock in my right hand, giving it a squeeze and feeling it throb
lightly in response, the smooth head lifting a fraction.

"You're doing fine...Give it a kiss now...Right on the tip, Cindy." Paul
coaxed me gently and I licked my lips staring at the swollen glans,
seeing a small drop of precum appear.

"Am I..." I paused, looking up into the man's eyes, "...Does this make me
queer?"

"Hey, I'm a fairy. Remember?" Paul chuckled. "You're asking me?"

"Uh..." I blinked at that.

"I didn't make the wish, Cindy, you did." Paul told me. "I just helped
you make it come true."

"What?" I shook my head, feeling all the more confused.

"Shhh...Go on, sissy...Kiss it now. I have a dental appointment at ten."
Paul chuckled and he was pulling my face closer to his cock which was
fully erect by now and looking huge to my eyes.

I'd never wanted to kiss another man's penis in my life, but here I
was on my knees, holding one just inches from my lips and my mouth was
watering with desire. I stroked it slowly with my small fist, my
fingers unable to reach all the way around that fat cock as it pulsed
with a life all of its own. I was still a man, wasn't I? I was still
Robert inside, I thought, and I still had a penis, although a rather
sexy and girlish looking one. I had balls too, soft and hanging
loosely between my smooth creamy thighs, so why was I so eager to do
this? To touch my lips to that man's penis and worship Paul's manhood?

I had no idea what any of it meant. All I knew was that my heart was
pounding and my flesh was warm and tingling, those butterflies in my
little tummy growing more urgent, their passionate wings tickling me
from the inside out. I pressed my lips to the smooth head of Paul's
cock, kissing it softly and feeling the wetness of his precum staining
my lower lip. I drew back slightly, as if I had to consider what I'd
just done and we were briefly connected by a fine silvery strand of
his dewy arousal. I licked my lips, finding that clear fluid had no
real taste at all and I leaned forward, kissing it again and this time
moving my pursed lips around the head slowly. 

"Ohhh...yeah...All over, Cindy...That's it, baby...I knew you'd be good at
this." Paul encouraged me gently, stroking my head like a favored pet
and I was kissing his cock all over then.

I worked my closed lips underneath, down his long thick shaft and back
up before pushing the tip of my delicate tongue out and licking him. I
worked my mouth all over that generous organ, lapping at his velvet
skin, admiring how hot and smooth it was, covering that strong muscle
which was hard just for me. I kissed and licked every inch of Paul's
cock, until it was glistening wet with my saliva and then I took the
head into my mouth, closing my tightly stretched lips around the
swollen head and looking up with my eyes, asking the man silently if I
was doing it right.

"Ummm...Suck it, baby...Suck my cock now, up and down, you know how..." Paul
was breathing harder.

He was pulling me gently, urging me to slide my lips back and forth
along the shaft, taking several inches of the man's rock hard penis
into my mouth until I felt the head nudging the entrance to my throat
and it made me gag slightly. I backed off, wriggling my tongue beneath
his cockhead the best I could, finding very little room to play with.
My mouth just wasn't that big and for being a fairy godmother, Paul
was a pretty large man in the cock department.

I sucked him though, getting better at it with every movement of my
head, following my lips with my hands, both of them now, jerking him
off while I sucked just the first three or four inches, no more than
that. I wanted all of him though, I really did, and if I was still a
man there was little doubt left in my feverish mind that I was now a
cocksucking sissy. My mouth filled with spit and precum and I was
swallowing often, but even so it spilled out of the corners of my
mouth, running wetly down my chin and dripping onto my heaving
breasts.

My robe was open now, after Paul had been exploring my hard little
girl cock, and the feel of those warm juices spilling over my hot skin
made me shiver with excitement. I was sucking a cock for the first
time in my life, giving the man a sloppy nasty mouth fuck and loving
it. I had his prick nice and wet when Paul took my head firmly in his
hands, holding me steady and telling me he was going to fuck my face.
He told me to open my throat, to swallow his fat cock and I felt a
rush of nervous energy course through my blood as I knew I was going
to have to deep throat that monster.

I choked at first, coughing and feeling a small wave of panic engulf
me. He was too big, I thought, that huge penis was just too long and
thick for my small mouth and slender throat, but Paul was insisting
and holding me tightly even as I brought my hands to his thighs,
trying to push the man back and refuse his turgid gift. My fairy
godmother had other plans though and he wasn't going to let me get
away without sucking every inch of his cock and I gave a deep throated
moan, muffled and suddenly cut off as his swollen cockhead finally
caught me mid-swallow.

Paul's cock seemed to lunge forward all of a sudden, sliding quickly
over my tongue and into the tight little hole he found opening for him
at the back of my mouth. That wonderfully hard penis fucked deep into
my throat, stretching my tender esophagus wide and almost painfully
until my nose was pressed inside his trousers, into the man's thick
wiry pubic hair. I dug my fingers into his legs, my long sharp nails
actually piercing his suit I think. I couldn't breathe and my burning
lungs worked uselessly to find air. I really was frightened then, for
those several long heartbeats while Paul held his prick inside me,
feeling the soft muscles of my delicate neck around him spasm with the
unfamiliar sensation of being stretched so rudely.

"Ahhhh...Fuck, Cindy!" Paul chuckled breathlessly, releasing his hold on
me at last and pulling his cock free of my throat so that the head
rested on my bottom lip while I drank cool air around it.

"I took all of it!" I gasped a moment later, almost laughing as I felt
giddy and light headed and all I could think of was that I wanted to
do it again.

"Yes, you did...Make me cum now..." Paul smiled and I went back down on
him quickly, feeling my confidence growing.

It took some practice, a number of tries, but I was learning and after
several minutes I'd figured out how to open my throat at will and keep
it open so that Paul could really fuck my face. His cock would slide
inside me completely, pause, and come back out a second later and we
did it like that a lot. I was taking every inch of the man, reaching
around to grab his firm ass and pull him into me, keeping my blue eyes
up all the while so he could see the pleasure reflected in them. My
throat was sore and it was slightly uncomfortable, but the sheer joy
of sucking a cock that big completely was like nothing else in the
world.

He wasn't even holding my head anymore, at least not so tightly as
before. Paul was stroking my hair, rewarding me as I did all the work,
finding it no chore at all to suck my first cock. I felt my own penis,
small and terribly hard with excitement, throbbing with the need to
orgasm. I was getting off on giving the man a blowjob and my body was
soaked by this time, the wetness from my mouth running from my lips
like a thin stream of passion, dripping down my body everytime I'd
pull off Paul's cock for a much needed breath of cool air. 

Finally though it was time to let my fairy godmother have his orgasm
and in truth I was dying to find out what his sperm would taste like,
a thought I'd never imagined I might have. I was anxious and trembling
with pleasure at the thought and I went back to just sucking the head
of Paul's cock and a few inches beside, stroking him once more with my
hands so that he was pushing his pelvis out, arching his back in
anticipation of his climax.

"Ahhhh...Cindy...Yesssss..." Paul hissed between his teeth, grabbing my head
once more, one final time as his cock erupted in my hungry mouth. 

Man cum flooded me, overfilling my mouth and I swallowed his creamy
load as quickly as I could. It was hot and salty, not bitter, but
musky and gooey like thick spittle. I thought it was the best stuff in
the world just then and I jerked the man off with my fists, urging him
to empty his heavy balls in my sissy mouth. Semen overflowed my lips,
leaking from around Paul's shaft as it seemed to swell and contract
with every powerful spasm of his climax. He was cumming so much I was
almost afraid I'd drown in his sperm and I wouldn't have cared just
then. 

My own smallish girl cock was jerking as well, all of those
butterflies finally finding release as I had my own orgasm. I hadn't
even touched myself, not at all, I'd simply cum from giving Paul a
blowjob and then feeling his ejaculate filling my mouth, from
swallowing his rich male spend. It had pushed me over the edge and I
was bouncing on my heels, wriggling my ass and moaning weakly as I
tried to concentrate through that delicious fog of pleasure. My penis
was spewing wildly, shooting my sperm all over my thighs and the
carpet between my spread knees. It was the best cum of my life.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Oh God!" I was finally coming down from that orgasmic high. "I have
to go to work!"

"Heh." Paul grinned at me and he was tucking his penis away, fixing
his suit as he looked down at me.

"How am I going to explain this?" I stared up from my knees, drenched
in spit and semen and precum, my soft pink girl cock still drooling
sperm onto the floor.

"Every sissy has to come out of the closet sooner or later." Paul
shrugged. "Of course, a woman like you doesn't really need a job. Does
she?"

"W-What?" I narrowed my eyes. "What do you mean? I have a job! I have
a wife...Oh God! What's Belinda going to say? What's her father going to
say?"

"Her father?" Paul straightened his tie and chuckled. "You sure do
like to worry about him, don't you Cindy?"

"I don't..."

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you had a sweet tooth for your
daddy-in-law." Paul nodded. "I bet a man like that would go for a girl
like you..."

"No!" I blinked at him.

"...Cock and all." Paul nodded. "A man like daddy, well, the bigger they
are the harder they fall right? And his ego must be huge."

"You can't be serious." I said, feeling my girl cock twitch at the
thought of my wife's father.

"Hmmm...Just a thought." Paul shrugged and looked at his watch. "Oh,
look at the time! I'm running late...I hope you like the outfit."

"What? Wait! You can't leave me like this!" I stood up quickly, but
Paul was already walking out the door, smiling at me over his
shoulder.

"Thanks for the blowjob, Cindy." He chuckled and then turned his
attention to someone else. "Oh, excuse me...I'll see myself out."

Rita was standing there, the door wide open and her brown eyes got big
as saucers as the maid looked me up and down. I swallowed hard,
feeling my face burn with embarrassment and I pulled my robe closed
quickly, turning away from the woman.

"Who...Are you?" Rita asked and her voice was quivering beneath her
thick Spanish accent.

"Um...Cindy?" I tried with a hopeful smile and Rita crossed herself
quickly, pulling the door closed with a loud click and I figured we'd
be looking for a new maid soon.

I didn't know what I was supposed to do. Part of me thought I was
crazy, just hallucinating everything, and I took a little comfort in
the knowledge that just maybe I was, but I couldn't really depend on
it either. If I wasn't nuts, well, I was stuck in the real world...As a
woman, sort of. My soft penis and cute little balls weren't exactly
manly, but they were a long ways from being a pussy, that was for
sure. I had to admit I did like it though, I mean there was something
very sexy about seeing myself in the mirror as a beautiful young woman
with a cock and balls. I'd never imagined such a thing, or fantasized
about it, but I couldn't deny the thrill it gave me.

The guilt too, actually, and I frowned at my reflection, burping
softly and tasting Paul's sperm. I'd sucked a cock. I'd swallowed cum.
I was a man, sort of, and I'd let another man use my mouth like I was
a whore or...Something. A girl anyway. I felt my tummy churn and not
just because it felt like I had a gallon of semen down there, but I
was finally coming to realize that I was a sissy faggot. I'd liked
sucking Paul's cock and not just that, I'd loved it. I'd made love to
the man with my lips and that wasn't an easy thing to swallow. 

That unintended pun made me giggle, a sound designed to make strong
men weep while they came in their shorts, and my cock hardened at my
own voice. I had to be crazy!

I thought about calling my office, as it was late now and I should
have been at my desk twenty minutes ago. I'd spent the better part of
an hour sucking Paul's cock? I blinked at that and realized my jaw was
a little stiff, my tongue as well, and my lips felt a little bruised.
That was weird. I'd spent almost an hour sucking cock and learning how
to do it right and I was a little amazed at Paul's stamina. Belinda
was a good cocksucker, lord knows she'd had enough practice, and while
we'd dated she'd sucked me off plenty of times, but I'd never lasted
even fifteen minutes and I wondered if it was her technique, or if
Paul was just a serious stud. Probably a little of both, I finally
decided, although it was hard to imagine a fairy godmother being a
stud.

And that line of thought seemed entirely unlike me, making me laugh
nervously and I realized I'd been playing with my cock again,
masturbating slowly and I jerked slightly. What was I doing? I had to
go to work, or call them, or something. And where was Belinda anyway?
My pretty young wife of less than a year, where was she at? She hadn't
come home all night and that wasn't a thought intended to brighten my
day. She'd gone out with Clyde, the other Daddy, the Bad one, and I
picked up my celphone from the dresser, hitting autodial so I could
hear my wife's phone ringing.

"Hmmmph?" A sleepy voice sounded in my ear. A deep voice. A man's
voice. "Who's this?"

"Is that my phone?" I could hear my wife's faint voice in the
background.

"Is this Clyde?" I asked and my voice purred like a sex kitten,
although I hadn't intended it to, that was just the way I sounded.

"Huh? Yeah baby, who's this?" He was waking up now, sounding suddenly
interested and I guess Bad Daddy wasn't all that devoted to fucking my
wife, or maybe it was just a man thing.

"Uh...Nobody." I said, feeling very nervous suddenly and I turned off
the phone. I had no idea what I was going to say to the guy, even if
I'd been my normal self, I wasn't all that much for confrontation. I
never had been, which was probably why my wife was cheating on me.

I stared at the phone and felt all the anger rising as the surprise
wore off, and it hadn't been a complete surprise anyway. I'd expected
something like that, the way a man will when he awakens to an empty
bed. Cheating slut bitch! I was going to have to fix her wagon, I
thought, but I really didn't know how to go about it. I really had
fallen in love with her, enough to look past her admittedly colorful
past. I couldn't say she hadn't told me she was a slut, Belinda had
been honest about that at least, but she'd lied when she promised to
change. When she told me she'd make me a faithful and devoted wife.
I'd never cheated on her, not once!

Oops!

I narrowed my eyes, realizing I'd cheated on her just this morning.
I'd cheated on her with another man, of all things, sucking a dick. I
worried over that for a moment, debating whether or not it really
changed anything and I decided that it was still perfectly within my
rights to be indignant and outraged. She'd started it, afterall, and...

Rinnnnng...Clunk...Rinnnnng

I dropped my phone and stared at it. That didn't make the noise go
away, however, and so I picked it up and answered it reluctantly.

"Hello?" I said in my unwittingly sexy voice.

"What? Who's this? Why are you on my husband's phone? Where's Robert?"
My wife's shrill voice assaulted my ear and she was sounding a little
indignant and outraged herself.

"Ohhh...Uh..."

"What? Who the hell are you?" My wife demanded.

"I'm..." I swallowed hard. "...Cindy."

"Cindy? Who's Cindy?" My wife asked, somewhat reasonably, but not
pausing for an answer. "Put Robert on the phone!"

"I'm sorry..." I said slowly and then an evil cloud passed over my
heart. "...He's a little busy...Ohhhmmmm..." I sighed softly. "...He's licking
my...Ohhh...My pussy soooo good right now...Ahhhh...Oh! Can he...Uh...Call you
back?"

"What? He's doing what? You fucking slut! Put my husband on the phone
this insta..."

I turned off the phone and giggled, but only for a second and then I
realized I was going to be in a lot of trouble later. Belinda might be
a cheating whore of a wife, but she certainly expected her husband to
be faithful. She'd sounded severely pissed and when she caught up with
Robert...I mean with me, well...Hold on, not with me. I'm Cindy and so
she'd be mad at me too, probably, but what could she do? I was just
another woman, Robert was the one she'd want to kill and unless I told
her who I was, and assuming Belinda would even believe me, my wife
would never find Robert. Oh...That was so confusing! I had to sit down
for a minute and think about it.

If I wasn't Robert and I didn't try to be Robert, then I was Cindy.
Except Cindy didn't even have a freaking library card, much less a
driver's license, credit card, or bank account. It was going to be
hard being me, or being Cindy, I should say. I was going to need help,
or a job, or something. Hard to get a job without a social security
number though and really hard to get one of those without a birth
certificate, I imagined, so...Hmmm...

I could write myself some really big checks, except I couldn't even
cash them. I could use my old credit cards, for awhile anyway. But
that wouldn't last and my wife would probably report them as stolen
just to spite Robert, I mean me. I couldn't stay here, could I? Rita
was already a little confused, frightened, and unhappy. She was
probably calling her priest to arrange an exorcism or something, or
maybe getting back on a bus to Mexico, for all I knew. And Belinda,
well, I'd kind of blown my chances at getting on her good side, as if
that would even be possible. She wasn't going to put up with having a
beautiful woman living in her house, even if I was her husband and she
somehow believed me, that would be grounds for a serious divorce. I
had to hide from her, for awhile at least.

All this thinking was putting my head in a real spin and I stopped. I
just emptied my mind for a moment, taking some deep breaths while I
watched my swollen breasts rising and falling. Jesus, they were
perfect. And real too, all natural, unlike my wife's who'd gotten hers
as a high school graduation present from her father. Hmmm...Her father.
Thinking about him made my balls tingle and I crossed my long legs
just because it felt good to trap them between my soft thighs like
that. Belinda's father owned the bank. He was old, true, but a real
man, a man's man, big and strong and confident. He'd tried to crush my
hand the first time we'd met, staring me down with his icy blue eyes
until I'd looked away with embarrassment. 

Oh yes, he'd put me in my place from the very beginning, letting me
know I wasn't worth his slut of a daughter, but being somewhat limited
in his choices, he'd let me marry her. Given me a job too, just so I
could afford the girl and of course, so he could keep a close eye on
me as well. I'd been his whipping boy at the bank for a year, taking
the brunt of his jokes at meetings, all the crappy assignments, and
I'd had to smile and take it, ignoring the knowing looks of my
colleagues. I was the old man's son-in-law, but that just meant I was
under his thumb and he really got off on that. 

So why was my girl cock throbbing at the thought of him? I didn't like
him, did I? I hadn't cared for the way he'd spoken to me, humbled me
in front of my peers and especially in front of my wife. I didn't like
depending on him for my clothes and car and house, did I? Maybe not as
Robert, no. I couldn't have liked being so submissive and weak in
front of the man, but as Cindy...Oh, he could still give me clothes. He
could buy me a car and give me a roof, couldn't he? He wasn't even
married, not anymore. Belinda's mother had passed away some years
before, probably grateful to finally get away from the old bastard.

Hmmm...A plan was coming together then. I looked at myself in the mirror
and yeah, Belinda's father would like Cindy just fine, I thought. Any
man would trip over his own tongue trying to get into her panties, I
was certain of that. My panties. And once the old man got there, and
got a look at the little surprise between my legs...Well, I'd just have
to make sure he was so hot and horny by then that he couldn't say no.
How hard could that be? All I needed was a little practice, I thought,
a little time to get used to being Cindy.

Beautiful women have special powers, all men know that. I'd have to
learn how to use mine and then I could get everything I wanted, and
more! I'd have my father-in-law on his knees, humbled and eager to
please me, the way I'd been for him. I'd do something about his bitch
of a daughter too. Belinda's own father would help me put my wife in
her place. I nodded at my reflection and giggled happily, starting to
feel good about myself finally. All I needed was a little time, a
little practice, and I'd have everything I wanted.

I hoped.


End of chapter 01
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