Message-ID: <13039eli$9807151640@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/13039.txt> From: "Jan Williams" <janwill89@hotmail.com> Subject: The Bracelets Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19980714171350.29102.qmail@hotmail.com> Content Warning: This work of fiction contains mature subject matter and graphic sexual language including descriptions of cnsensual sex between men and women. If you think you can't deal with this story, or if it's illegal to possess such material in your locality, please hit the delete button now. If you're a minor as defined by the laws in your locality then you MUST stop now and go no further. As a work of fiction, any similarities to any person(s) dead, alive, or fictional is merely a really weird coincidence. The Bracelets by Jan Williams This story is a major rewrite of Stephanie’s “Bracelets of Love” Part 1/2 THE BEGINNING It has been five years since the occurrence of the event that was to so profoundly shape our future lives. The memory does fade with time, contradicting the oft-repeated statement “I’ll never forget that . . . ,” so I decided to record the events while my wife and I could still recall them clearly. Being writers we both kept notes, she better than I, so this is an accurate account of that event and the year following. We had been on a two-week vacation in England and were just starting the second week when the event occurred. Cindy had spent much of her time hunting down antique shops since we had arrived in England. In the four years I've known my wife she has always collected strange bits and pieces from all over the place. Cindy wasn’t about to stop simply because we were on vacation and had dragged me through at least a dozen curio and antique shops. She had heard of a small unadvertised antique shop near our hotel and gone to see it while I rested in our room. "So, what did you get this time?" I asked as she entered our hotel room."Have a look," she said with a smile. I opened her bag and took out several small metal animal figures and a small carved box containing two apparently identical odd-looking bracelets. I picked up one of the bracelets and tried to make sense of the designs on it. "What is it?" She shrugged. "I haven’t a clue. They just intrigued me, I had to buy them." The bracelets were made of what looked to be antiqued bronze. The center part was about three-quarters of an inch wide and an inch long with curved slightly tapered sections hinged to either side. I noticed that the center section had designs on both sides. As I examined it more closely, I saw that it could be rotated so that either side could be on top. There was no catch to hold it in place, and there was no indication there had ever been one. "How are they supposed to stay on?" Cindy leaned over and picked up one. "Don't know. When we get back home, I'm really going to have a fun time finding out all about their history." She placed it around her wrist and held it closed. I'll always remember what happened next. The center section began to glow a pale red. Cindy jerked her hand in surprise and pulled at the bracelet but it stayed on her wrist. “Rick,” she said, turning to me, holding up the bracelet. I looked at the bracelet and saw her startled face. “What’s happening to me,” she cried, her expression changing to one of fright as she looked down and grasped her breasts. I watched her breasts rapidly increasing in size while she tried to hold them with her hands. Her blouse was straining at its buttons and the straps of her bra were pressing into her flesh, her breasts bulging out over the top as they grew. I pulled her blouse up and managed to get her bra undone. She pulled her blouse and bra the rest of the way off and we both gasped at her large mammaries. Her breasts had not been small but you would not say that she was well-endowed, at least not with ones that turned men’s heads. They were a nice handful for me and very responsive to my touch. While I love my wife the way she is, I had always wondered what she would be like with large breasts, now I knew. "Cindy, how . . . " I stopped, lost for words. Had the bracelet somehow done this? It was impossible that someone could change so much in an instant, but I had just seen it happen. "Who cares?" she replied in a sultry voice. "I want you, now." The tone of her voice startled me, she sounded like she did when we were making love and she had gotten so hot she couldn’t wait any longer. How could she think of sex after her body had been transformed by some unknown power? She moved over to the double bed, pushing down her short skirt and panties as she went. She turned toward me, dropping her head and smiling as she locked her eyes on mine; shifting her weight to one leg as she moved one knee slightly in front of the other to accentuate the curve of her hip and thigh. My gaze moved down her body, my cock hardening as I saw a body I almost didn’t recognize. It wasn't just her breasts that had changed, Cindy's body had subtly altered. She was like an idealized version of the Cindy I knew. She had been beautiful before, but now she was the embodiment of sensuality. I responded to her request, ripping off my clothes as I moved to her, pressing her to the bed as we locked together. We made passionate love, more intense than ever before. It was fantastic, we went at it for ages. We came together several times before I collapsed. She was insatiable, and when I was too exhausted she played with herself until I was ready to go again. Finally, she started to slow down. It was dark outside now, we had been making love for hours. She got up from the rumpled bed and stretched, her beautiful body like an artist’s model. Even now, she was still visibly aroused, her face flushed, nipples erect. At that moment I was too exhausted to care. What happened next brought me fully awake again. Cindy walked over to the far side of the hotel room. It was like I was watching a movie of her, her image flickered and changed. Now she was totally unrecognizable as my Cindy. She was about a foot taller, short black hair and light tan skin, with the most voluptuous body I’d ever seen. I could see the surprise in her eyes as she looked down at this new body. I called out her name and ran over to her. When I was about two feet from her, she became the buxom version of herself again. "What's happening to me?" she whispered in shock. I lifted her arm and looked at the bracelet. On the side where the clasp would have been, the two curved pieces were joined into one by a silver-like material, as if the bracelet had been welded shut. Somehow, I had to get this off and break whatever spell had transformed my wife. I pulled at the bracelet and it came off in my hand, the silvery joining metal vanished. Instantly, Cindy returned to her normal self. I flung the bracelet on the bed and we stared at it in shock. Eventually I broke the silence by saying. "I think you got a bargain there." Cindy started giggling and we embraced. We sat back on the bed, well away from the bracelet. I asked her what our sex had been like. She smiled. "It was fantastic. There was nothing on my mind but sex, every part of my body even remotely related to sex was turned on, responding to your every touch. I'd always wondered what it would be like to have breasts that big and have you suck them while we fucked, now I know. Did you notice we came together every time? When you've recovered, we'll try the bracelet again." "You're mad!" I exclaimed. "You have no idea what it will do to you!" "I know exactly what it’ll do, you'll have to get used to the big-breasted amazon who'll be sharing your bed from now on." "But . . . you changed when you walked over there." I protested. Cindy nodded. "That was something else, I got closer to the man in the next room than I was to you. The bracelet seems to turn me into the ideal sexual mate for whoever I'm closest to, remind me one day to tell you what she was thinking about." “How did it feel?” I asked. “It felt great, the sexual desire was overpowering me.” She frowned. "There was only one problem." "What was that?" "I couldn't take the bracelet off. Somehow, I just couldn't make myself do it, and I couldn't form the words to ask you to do it." "It took control of you?" "No, not exactly. Everything else was me being driven by the desires of my body . . . and I guess the mind of that man in the other room. I just couldn't do anything about taking the bracelet off." She put the bracelet back in its box and hid it in a bag under the bed. "Well, we can experiment when we get back home." I could tell that Cindy was itching to use the bracelet again. I wasn't so sure that we should be using it at all. We had no idea where it got its amazing power, or what effects it might have on us. We took a shower and ordered a meal. We were so tired by our long lovemaking session that we went to bed early. It was two in the morning when Cindy woke me. “Here, put this on,” she said, Handing me the bracelet, “I tried to sneak it on you but it wouldn’t stay on.” I closed it over my wrist and felt it lock shut. I felt strange, maybe it was the long session I’d had the evening before or I was still groggy with sleep. I reached over to her, taking her already aroused nipple in my mouth as she guided my hand to her pussy. I massaged her almost to the point of orgasm, strange I thought, I should have been on top of her by now, sinking my cock into her. Cindy noticed the difference too, “what’s wrong,” she asked, “still not recovered from last night?” “No, it’s something else, I feel strange.” “Maybe it’s the bracelet, let me take it off,” she said as she reached for my arm. It came off in her hand, almost as soon as she touched it. “Maybe it doesn’t work for men,” she said. “Let me see it,” I said, turning on the bed lamp. Cindy was the artist in the family and she was the first to visualize the design of the bracelet, it was so subtle only a trained artist would see it at first. “I think I see something,” said Cindy, “Let me look at it. See, these are legs on this side and these are arms on this side. This is the trunk of the body in the middle.” She turned the bracelet over and examined the back of the middle section, then the front again. “Look here, this is a woman on the top side and this is a man on the back. See the difference in the contours of the breasts and crotch on the two sides, you had the woman up.” Once Cindy had pointed it out, the imagery was there, subtle but there nonetheless. “Here, put this back on and finish what you started,” said Cindy as she turned the figure over and handed me the bracelet. I put it back on and immediately began to get a hard-on, the bracelet had a faint blue glow now. Cindy smiled and lay back on the bed, spreading her legs as I moved over her, sliding my cock in her still hot cunt. Again, it was heaven. The lovemaking session felt even better to me than it had when Cindy was wearing the bracelet. I seemed to have regained my energy; I was unstoppable. We came together in another explosive climax and then collapsed in each other's arms. I tried to reach the bracelet and remove it, but somehow I couldn't make my hand move toward it. I tried to ask her to remove the bracelet, but I couldn't seem to form the words. Like Cindy, I couldn't take the bracelet off or ask someone to do it for me. "Cindy? I thought you were going to wait until we got back home." This was as close as I could get to even mentioning the bracelet. "I'm sorry, my love. I couldn't wait. It feels so good, doesn't it?" she said softly. "You're probably ready to go again." She was right, I could feel my erection starting to return. I held out my arm with the bracelet on, it was the most I could do to tell her I wanted it off me. Cindy smiled, "In a minute. I just have to go to the bathroom." I lay in bed feeling my sex urge returning. If she didn't hurry, I was going to jump her when she got back. I climbed out of bed and turned on the bedside lamp. My reflection stared back at me from the mirror built into the side of the wardrobe. It was recognizable as me, but I had changed greatly. My body was now an idealized version of my normal form. My body was more heavily muscled, and my cock had grown substantially in size. Cindy came back to bed and we made love for another two hours before she removed the bracelet and put it back in its box so we could sleep for a while. We went out for another day of sight seeing, returning around ten that evening after a good meal in a fine restaurant. Cindy had showered first and was waiting for me, sitting naked on the edge of the bed with the bracelet on her arm. She felt her body changing as I looked at her, getting up to stand in front of the mirror and watch herself change. As she approached the mirror, watching herself change into my idealized version of her, her world shimmered in front of her eyes and she was dizzy for a second. Then it passed, and she saw that same tan-skinned woman smiling back at her from the mirror. What was going on she thought? She looked down at the strange woman she had become, rubbing her hands over her breasts, down to cup her pussy with one hand, feeling a yearning desire for something in the next room. She wanted to be on her back with a strong man between her legs, the man in the next room whose fantasies had shaped her body. She had moved closer to that man than she was to me when she had walked over to the mirror. I ran to her and snapped open the bracelet. In an instant she was back to her normal body. Her sexual compulsion for that strange man diminished as she stood there looking at me. “I’ve got to stay away from that wall,” she said, “Give me the bracelet and let’s finish what we started.” Cindy took the bracelet from me and put it on, immediately changing into the idealized version of herself. It seemed that the change was quicker this time, as if her body remembered what it was supposed to do. “Give me a minute to finish my shower,” I said Cindy lay on her stomach, feeling her big breasts as she lay on them, trying to adjust them so they felt comfortable under her. This was going to take some getting used to she thought. I realized that I couldn’t satisfy her when she was wearing the bracelet. I got the second one, turned the male side up and put it on my wrist, wondering if we could both wear one. I moved in front of the mirror to watch my body change. As I moved closer to the mirror, my vision of the world shimmered, making me dizzy for a second. Then it passed and I saw myself in the mirror. It took several seconds for it to register that the buxom, tan-skinned woman in the mirror was me. Now I was asking what was going on. I looked down at myself, already knowing what I would see. Large perfect breasts topped with dark aroused nipples. I shivered at the sight, my breasts jostling. I raised my dainty brown hands to them and gently caressed my tits. I could feel my hands stroking my nipples, my hands feeling them harden as I caressed them. Desire sparked through my feminine body, but the image that flashed through my mind was not of me pleasuring Cindy. I wanted to be on my back with a strong man between my legs. I felt a yearning desire for someone in the next room, the man whose fantasies had shaped my body. I had moved closer to him than I was to Cindy when I had walked over to the mirror. All I could think about was going next door and making mad, passionate love with him. It was all I could do to stop myself from running out into the hall and hammering on his door. I felt a strange exciting tingling between my legs, reaching down to run my hand over my new pussy. Somehow it seemed to belong there. As I stroked my fingers over the entrance to my cunt I wanted to explore further. Just a few minutes before, sex had meant getting hard and penetrating a woman, now it meant opening my legs and being penetrated. I pushed a finger farther into my cunt. My resistance broke, I wanted that cock buried deep in my pussy more than anything in the world. I staggered over to the door, fumbling with the lock as I tried to open it. "Rick!" I heard my wife call. "Wait up!" She rushed over to me, suddenly I was back in the idealized version of my own body. It was almost as turned on as my female body had been. Cindy reached over and snapped open the bracelet. In an instant I was back in my normal body. The sexual compulsion for the man in the next room diminished as I stood there looking at Cindy. "Didn't I tell you it felt great?" she said, “the same thing happened to you that happened to me didn’t it.” "It was very good," I admitted, but my mind was worrying about the desires I’d had for the man in the next room just moments before, it had felt more than just ‘very good’. “I must have gotten too far away from you and to close to whoever is next door." Cindy smiled. "Yeah, just like I did, I was watching you slip under the influence, I wanted you to feel what I had felt. It must have been a shock to suddenly find yourself all tits and ass. Where were you going?" I felt my face getting red from embarrassment. "I was going to the guy next door. I couldn't help myself." "It's okay. When I became that woman earlier, I had the same compulsion. You got to me quicker, before I succumbed to it. I didn't want to say anything at the time. I didn't understand why I was suddenly attracted to someone else." “Here, put this back on, we’ve got some unfinished business,” said Cindy, handing me the bracelet. “Stay close to me, I still want to see what you think I should look like,” said Rick, moving toward the mirror as he put the bracelet back on. Cindy stood beside me as we both looked at how we wanted the other to be. Cindy moved back and sprawled on the bed, spreading her legs wide, waiting for me to fill her. Suddenly I realized Cindy was not near me and yet I was still being influenced by her desires. “Look, you left me alone and nothing’s happening,” I said, “Watch me.” I moved over to the wall and leaned against it, nothing happened. “Maybe the man has moved,” I said. “I’ve got an idea,” said Cindy as she got up from the bed and came over to me. “Give me the bracelet,” she said, as she removed it from my arm, tossing it onto the bed. “Now pick it up and put it back on,” she said. I put it on and stood there at the wall watching Cindy move slowly back from me. As she moved farther away, I felt myself changing again. She saw it and came quickly back to me, the change stopped. “Give me the bracelet again. Now, put it back on,” she said, handing it to me. I put it on and she stepped back, a big smile on her face as I stayed myself. “I’ve figured it out, if I give you the bracelet and you put it on, then you are my sex slave. If you pick it up and put it on, you are inviting whoever is near you to take you as their sex slave,” said Cindy, “I gave it to you and you’re mine for as long as I want you, now get over here and fill me.” Cindy lay back on the bed, just getting her legs apart in time for me as I fell on her. During the course of the night, we changed our vision of what each others idealized bodies should be like, I called them our 69 models. Cindy’s breasts stayed the same as did her overall outward appearance. I increased the height of her upper body by about two inches, I didn’t want to make her too tall but I needed to make our upper bodies closer to the same size for 69. I made her pelvis thrust forward and up a little more, as much as I could without it being unattractive, so it would be easier for me to get my tongue deep in her cunt when we were doing 69 and get my cock deeper in her when we were fucking; it pulled her butt in a little but this model was built for speed. I increased the width of her perineum a little to keep my nose out of her anus when I had my tongue in her cunt. Her pelvis got just a little wider to make it easier to get full penetration when we fucked. I made some minor adjustments to the entrance of her throat while we were doing 69 so she could deep-throat me without any discomfort. Cindy worked on me a little also. She shortened my upper body about an inch and lengthened my legs the same amount to further improve our 69. She tilted my pelvis forward a little also. We had fun fine tuning the adjustments together while we were fucking and doing 69. It’s hard to describe how it felt to stick my cock in her cunt and then reshape our pelvis’ until I was comfortably buried in her. We would make a change until it felt good and then stand in front of the mirror to see if it looked good. Sometimes making the change while we standing in front of the mirror fucking, backing my cock out to check our profile and then trying it again. She made me cum while she was changing the width and length of my cock to make it fill her cunt when I had my crotch tight to hers. A little more change to the tilt of our pelvis’ and that was done. I had to adjust her throat and neck a little to accommodate my longer cock but she had always wanted a longer neck, she had to reduce its width a little because it was just too big for her mouth. We checked our new model 69 for doggy style and for Cindy riding my cock. This covered the basics except for fucking while we slow danced, platform shoes for Cindy solved that problem. We literally fucked the night away, not stopping until daylight. We finally removed each others bracelet and returned them to their box. She buried it in the bottom of one of the suitcases. "With something like this, perhaps it isn't a good idea to experiment too much in a hotel," she said as she turned and walked back to me. "...but when we get back home, we are going to have the time of our lives." We returned to bed to sleep away the morning. I don't know about Cindy, but I had great trouble getting back to sleep. It was a relief to learn that I wasn’t responsible for the yearning I had felt for another man when I was female. However, I couldn't stop thinking about the desires that had run through me. I caught myself wondering what it would be like to have sex as a woman, to feel a cock filling my cunt. Later that day we went out sightseeing around the English town of oxford where we were staying. It's a marvelous place, steeped in centuries of history. To be honest though, our minds were elsewhere. I'm sure Cindy was thinking about the bracelet just as much as I was. We had another week and a half in England, and I was sure we'd be experimenting with those bracelets long before we got home. All my concerns about the bracelet had vanished following what we had learned the night before. We returned to the hotel that evening after a delicious meal and headed back to our room. The first thing Cindy did when we got in was to make sure the bracelets were still where she had hidden them. She breathed a sigh of relief and waved the box at me with a smile. She opened the box and set it on the dresser. I took one and handed it to her. She slipped it on, and I was confronted by an insatiable goddess. She handed me the other one and we made passionate love again. Once, while we were resting, she started playing with herself. As Cindy ran her hands over her perfect form I couldn't help but wonder what it must be like to have a body like that. The bracelet caused the wearer to experience the extremes of pleasure, and we were getting thoroughly addicted to it. After several hours I reached over and opened her bracelet. Cindy returned to her normal self and slowly came down from her heights of ecstasy. "We're not going to be able to take too much more of this." I said, only half-jokingly. "I think we'll manage," Cindy said with a smile, "I’m not going to take yours off yet, I want to try something.” “Let me turn this over," she said as she turned the figure on my bracelet so that the woman was on top. "Well, hurry up." I replied, starting to feel strange like I had before. "I don't think I can hold back to long." My hand dropped to my cock and started playing with it but I was losing my hard. "Alright," she said, "Back when I was in College I once went with a woman." This was no news to me. She had told me years before. She had been to a party, gotten drunk, and had sex with a girlfriend of hers. Afterwards both had been fairly embarrassed by what had happened and that had been the end of it. "Let me describe her for you," she continued. I smiled, this was a favorite sex game of ours. My wife telling me, in intimate detail, how she had made passionate love to a woman. It had never yet failed to turn me on. "She had the cutest, most delicate features. Her nose was small and pert. Her lips were full, and very kissable. Her eyes were blue, and very sensuous. She had masses of curly, black hair, long and full." I felt a rustling on my head. I reached up to see what it was. My hand met a mass of hair rapidly pushing out from my scalp. Cindy smiled as she saw realization dawning in my eyes. "Cindy, I'm not sure . . . " "Shhh. Let me finish." I wanted her so badly . . . but part of me wanted to experience femininity again. "Her voice was rich and high. I remember when we were making love, she made these quiet yelps as I licked her pussy." I felt my throat flex and change. "Cindy, please . . . " I said and stopped in surprise. The voice I heard was totally feminine, I couldn’t believe it was mine. Cindy was right, that voice was utterly sexy. "Of course," Cindy continued with a wide grin on her face. "Her body was far less muscled than yours. She had no hair on her lovely body except for a delicate patch around her pussy." My body rippled again as it altered to her commands. My body was now no larger than hers and my skin was indeed hairless and silky smooth. Cindy ran her hand over my creamy soft skin. I was wondering how far she would take this. "Tell me more." I said, in the voice of an extremely excited woman. My male mind had faded off into the distance, watching me, recording the memories of my experiences. Only the female version of my mind was conscious now, responding to Cindy and the desires of my body. "She had these long, shapely legs, running up to wide hips." I saw a subtle alteration in the shape of my legs followed by a pulling sensation in my hips as they widened. My wife’s eyes drank in the new alterations and then continued. "She had curves in all the right places, especially her breasts," she paused. Why wouldn’t she continue her description? Then I realized she wanted me to ask her to carry on. "Please, tell me about her breasts." I asked her. My voice was like that of a woman in heat. I could see the desire in her eyes as she spoke. "They were large, firm and very beautiful. Each one topped by an erect, red nipple aching to be touched." I felt a tightening in my chest, then it started to expand. We watched in lust as I grew two creamy soft breasts. "What I enjoyed most about our session was her lovely pussy. I spent hours lapping at it." I felt a change in my crotch, reaching down to feel the pussy that I knew belonged there. "Why did you change me?" I asked. I realized that only moments ago I was ready . . . waiting to fuck my wife, now I was a woman waiting to be fucked. "I want you to feel what it’s like for a woman to be fucked. Once you’ve experienced this, you'll know how to please me even more." “You’re a woman now, feel between your legs, slide your finger in your cunt. Don’t you wish I was a man and had a cock to stick in your cunt?” I felt my cunt heating up "Yes," I said. “Then give me my bracelet, think of the man you’d like to have fuck you.” I handed it to her, watching her turn the figure over and put it on. I began to think of Cindy’s vision of me as the man I wanted to fill my hungry cunt, watching her quickly change into Rick. He shifted over and dropped his mouth to my nipples. They were standing stiffly like little erections and were at least as sensitive. He nipped and sucked my nipples for ages. His hands caressed my soft skin as he suckled, his cock hanging just above my cunt. I found myself getting even more aroused. My new pussy was aching to be filled by his hard cock, arousing feelings I never knew existed, a strange erotic desire to have his cock pushed inside my body. His caresses expanded from my breasts downward to my wet pussy, his mouth on my pussy now, his tongue licking me slowly around the lips of my cunt, dipping in to taste its inner recesses; his lips sucking my clit, pulling it into his mouth for his tongue to flick. The need to be filled grew greater and greater. I spread my legs wide and started begging him to fuck me. After what seemed an eternity of waiting, he granted my wish. That massive cock glided slowly into me, minute after minute of continuous exquisite euphoric penetration, separating the slick walls of my cunt as it penetrated full length. That first penetration was fantastic. It felt so strange, so different and yet, so right. He started stroking his cock in and out of my cunt, sometimes full in, other times just letting its head move in and out of the entrance to my cunt, one penetration after another, then fast hard thrusts deep into my body. As the intensity of his strokes increased still further, I began to want his cock to be bigger, longer. I was making love with a strong and powerful man and I wanted his cock to fill me. I felt it growing until it filled me on every stroke, his pelvis rubbing hard over my clit as he bottomed his cock in me, its head pressing against the inner depth of my cunt. He leaned forward to suckle my nipples, each stroke and suck driving me higher toward the climax of my orgasm. I was becoming incoherent, the pleasure too intense. Waves of euphoric ecstasy rolled out from my crotch to engulf my entire body, each wave contracting my cunt, trying to draw him into my body. My body was shaking uncontrollably, my breasts responding to the contractions of my cunt. I thought I’d had powerful orgasms in the past, but they were nothing compared to the one I was having at that moment. He didn't stop, I didn’t want him to stop, the waves of pleasure began again. In the distance I could hear a sexy voice moaning in ecstasy. Cindy removed my bracelet, letting me change back to my male form again. She studied the figure on the bracelet some more. “Look, here’s another difference,” she said, “see this little arrow near the edge, it points outward. Here’s another one on this side of the figure, it points inward, they both point the same way. I bet that means something.” “Here, put this back on with the arrows pointing to you. I think the arrows on both bracelets should point to the person whose wearing it,” she said, raising her arm, hinting that I should change hers. I changed hers and put mine back on. I felt different this time, not as strange as I had when we started our last session. I almost didn’t notice myself changing into Cindy’s girlfriend it happened so smoothly. There was a fleeting realization that my mind was thinking female thoughts before all male thoughts vanished, my female mind now wanting a cock back in my cunt. I looked at Cindy, my thoughts concentrated on her, remembering how she had just fucked me. She smiled as her body changed to Rick, moving back over me, sliding his cock back into me, continuing where we had left off. I came several times in quick succession. Finally he stopped, I lay there, feeling the last traces of my orgasms racing through my body, wanting him to hold me tightly, replace the emptiness of their fading. Then I realized how Cindy must feel when I fucked her. As I thought of her, the massive cock shriveled and slipped from my cunt, only to be replaced by Cindy’s tongue as she started to eat my pussy. What she was doing to my pussy was wonderful, maybe even better than his cock had been, but I felt a loneliness; I needed to hold her, hug her, feel her against my breasts while she ate me. I also wanted her to feel what I was feeling, to give her lick for lick, suck for suck until we both reached that euphoric plane I had just discovered. I moved under her body until she was kneeling over my head, her familiar pussy just inches from my face, its fragrant scent filling my nostrils as I raised my head to taste its juices. I knew what I needed to do for her. I grabbed her ass with my dainty hands and pulled her down to lie on me, our breasts tight against each others stomach as I began to eat her pussy as it should be done. Whenever one of us felt something pleasurable the other reflected it back like a mirror of pleasure, trading notes with our tongues. We didn’t get any sleep that night. We were both insatiable. We changed bodies, woman to woman - man to woman - woman to man, trying many positions in our lovemaking. Between each bout we'd lie in each other's arms, kissing, holding each other tight; sometimes as our idealized versions of each other, sometimes I was her exotic girlfriend, our breasts rubbing together and our pussies rubbing against each other's legs. We finally drifted off to sleep about dawn. Cindy had removed my bracelet before we went to sleep but I had put it back on, wondering if her dreams would do things to my body as she slept. I woke as I felt my body change into that of her girlfriend, realizing that she must be dreaming of her. My mind reverted to that of a woman in heat. I began to think of Cindy as a man again, watching her almost wake as she turned into a man, rolling onto his back, his cock hardening. I thought of the level of intensity that my orgasms had reached as a woman, it amazed me. Did women really reach that high a level or was it just due to the bracelet? I was becoming turned on again, gently feeling myself up, slowly and dreamily massaging my clit. One thought was going constantly through my mind, I wanted to take that cock I was watching into my body. As a man I would have been disturbed by such a thought, but I was not a man, I was a woman in heat. I was far too turned on to be able to go back to sleep. Before we had learned about the two sides of the bracelet and the arrows, I had difficulty accepting the concept of a man making love to me, even though I was in a woman’s body. I got caught up in the sexual passions of being fucked and thoroughly enjoyed the experience but there had always been that nagging male on male hangup. Now my male mind moved off into the distance somewhere when I became a woman, only an observer, a place to file my memories as I experienced the sexual pleasures of a woman. I wanted to take his cock into my mouth. Cindy had sucked my cock and seemed to enjoy it, I knew I had enjoyed it being in her mouth. I wondered what it felt like to a woman to have a man’s cock in her mouth, no, I no longer wondered, I wanted it there. I felt a pressure in my bladder, different from what I had felt as a man. I got up to go to the bathroom. As I walked across the carpet, I was acutely aware of how different my body was. My breasts bounced and swayed with even the slightest movement. My hips were much wider than I was used to, I knew they gave me a sexy wiggle as I walked. A small window was open in the bathroom, I could feel the night air wash over my soft, sensitive skin as I sat on the toilet, even the feeling of my bladder emptying was erotic to me at this point. I wiped myself with some toilet paper and flushed the toilet. Despite my exertions last night I was wide awake. In the faint predawn light I looked in the mirror. The woman I had become was gorgeous. What must it be like to live in a body like this full time I wondered, to have men lusting after you? One of my slim, feminine hands dropped between my legs, and I began to masturbate again. I edged closer to the mirror so I could see what I was doing to myself more clearly. It was only when my body shifted and changed that I remembered about the other people in the hotel. My body had reverted to the tan amazon that both Cindy and I had become earlier. Suddenly I realized Cindy had not given me my bracelet. I had gotten closer to the man in the next room than I was to Cindy. As I stood there caressing myself, I could sense his presence on the other side of the wall. I had to go to him. If I had just taken two steps back toward Cindy I would have been okay, but I just couldn't make myself do that. Instead, I went to the door, opened it and slipped out into the hall. The hall lights were still on. I squinted while my eyes adjusted. A quick glance either way revealed the hallway to be empty, which was something I was glad for when I remembered that I was naked. The lust for whoever was in the next room was growing second-by-second. I quickly went to the door and tried to open it. It was locked. I felt frustration at being separated from the man whose desires had shaped my body. I knocked at the door, quietly at first, and then louder. I was afraid I would wake up the other guests, but I had to get in that room at all costs. After several minutes I heard a stirring in the room. The door opened slightly. "Who is it?" asked a very sleepy voice with a southern English accent. "May I come in?" I asked in a rich, feminine voice. "I've locked myself out of my room and need some help." The door opened wider to reveal a blond, fairly athletically-built boy in his late teens or early twenties. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw that I had absolutely nothing covering my smooth tan skin. It took nearly all of my self-control to stop myself from jumping on him there and then. "May I come in?" I asked again, trying to keep the desire out of my voice. "Uh . . . yeah, sure." He opened the door and stepped out of the way. I walked past him into the room, 'accidentally' brushing one of my hands against his shorts as I passed. It was impossible to mistake the hard lump I felt there. Well, I was the very image of his desires, wasn't I? The room had the same layout as mine and Cindy's, except there were two single beds instead of a double bed. The beds were against the wall of our room which accounted for the strong attractions we had felt at that wall. I noticed, to my great surprise, that the far bed was occupied. It had never occurred to me that the boy might not be alone. The other figure stirred and sat up. "Who was at the door, Tim?" he asked. The curtains had only been half closed and there was enough light to see the room's other occupant. My jaw dropped open when I saw that the boy in bed was the one who had opened the door. I turned around to see that he was still behind me. Twins! Tim closed the door behind himself and asked, "How . . . uh . . . can we help you?" He was having a hard time trying not to stare at my breasts with their proudly-erect nipples. He didn't realize that his own arousal was just as blatantly obvious to me. "I'm here for you." I answered, making my voice as seductive as I could. "For m-me?" he asked, as I approached him slowly. "For both of you." He was openly staring at my tits, and I was reveling in the feeling of being ogled. "Why?" he asked in a quiet voice as I reached him. "You ask too many questions Tim." I replied as I kissed him. He was too surprised to do anything as my tongue snaked into his open mouth. I pressed my breasts against his chest and held his head with one hand. My other hand ran down his back and into his shorts. He jumped as I cupped his ass in my hand. My male mind was off in the distance, watching, while my female mind and body responded to its passions. I wrapped one of my legs around his, and slowly rubbed my excited pussy against his rock-hard cock. His hormones took over as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling my body against his. I pulled down his shorts and pushed him back onto his bed, my mouth opening in desire as I saw his fully-erect cock, licking my opened lips as I dropped to my knees. The desire that had brought me to his room about to be satisfied as I held his cock gently with one hand, steering it to my mouth. It was the first time I had ever touched a cock other than my own and now I was going to swallow it. I ran my tongue over it as a glistening drop of pre-cum formed on its head, taking its salty tang into my mouth. Tim gasped. He was doing his level best to last as long as possible, but I knew that he would cum soon. I gently wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and sucked it deep into my mouth. I couldn't get enough of this stranger's cock, sucking on it as I bobbed my head over it, massaging my pussy with my free hand. Tim was straining and moaning under me, his cock starting to pulse. I knew what would follow and waited for the hot salty cum to spurt into my mouth, swallowing it automatically as it flowed over my tongue. When I had sucked him dry and licked his cock clean, I stood up, unsteady as my emotions raced, smiling at him as I licked a drop of cum from my lip. Tim was young, I knew he would be ready to go again soon, but I was so worked up by now I couldn't wait. Fortunately, I knew that Tim and I weren't alone. I looked over to the bed where Tim's twin lay, watching the display of cock-sucking. His hand was under the bedcovers, stroking his own hard-on. As I got close to the other twin my body rippled slightly but didn’t change noticeably. When I reached his bed, I pulled back the covers. I was glad to see that his cock was a twin of Tim's. He stopped rubbing himself and stared at me in lust. "What's your name?" I asked him. He looked at me, open-mouthed. I'm sure he couldn't remember for several seconds. "R-richard," he finally managed. "Well, Dick, I'm going to give you the fuck of your life." I was tempted to suck him off like I had his brother, but by now my cunt was aching with the need to be filled with a long hard cock. He didn’t resist as I pushed him onto his back and straddled him. I reached down and grasped Richard's cock, guiding it to the entrance of my cunt, slowly impaling myself on its hard length. My sessions with Cindy had partially prepared me for the feelings that washed over me as his cock slid deep into my wet cunt but this was a stranger, the feeling was different. I felt like I'd taken a mile of it into me when I finally reached the base. We stayed locked together for what seemed like an eternity, my cunt filled with his cock, my clit pressed against his pelvis. I started to pump my cunt on his cock. The feeling was beyond belief. I was soon voicing my pleasure in guttural grunts of pure pleasure. Richard's hands had found my breasts and were massaging them. My whole body was on fire, every sensation adding to my pleasure. I felt myself reaching my climax. It was even more intense than the one I’d had with Cindy. I shrieked my pleasure as waves of liquid pleasure ran through me, my cunt clamping down on Richard's cock. He clasped me to him as he reached his own climax, his pulsing cock pushing out against the insides of my cunt as his cum shot deep inside me. I lay on Richard with by breasts pressed between us, trying to recover my breath, his cock still in me. I felt that nothing could match the orgasm I had just experienced. We kissed gently for the first time. I considered giving up my life with Cindy and just staying with Tim and Richard. The feelings that my body was causing were that strong. My mind was filled with the fantasy of the twins and me living together, of servicing them all day long. As we kissed and cuddled I felt Richard's cock returning to life. I was more than ready to go again and sat up, feeling his cock harden and fill my hungry cunt. I felt a third hand on my back, turning my head to see Tim. He was just as ready to continue as Richard. I smiled, grabbed his cock, and pulled him to me. I didn’t know quite what he had in mind as he moved in behind me until I felt him push me down on Richard’s chest and pull the cheeks of my ass apart. Any worries about whether or not what he was going to do would hurt were lost as I felt Richard’s cock slide into me. At first there was a feeling of pressure as his cock pressed against me, then it had penetrated my greased anus and was sliding up into my bowels. It should have hurt I thought. Maybe it was due to the bracelet but it didn't hurt at all. Instead it felt great, a strange erotic sensation as it thrust into me. I now had two cocks thrust deep within me, the feeling of fullness sending me to new heights. I was sandwiched between two male hunks and loved it. They started stroking their cocks in and out of me, at first they were entering me together, then they started alternating. I felt one cock enter me with another following that one only to be followed by another and another. They blended into an endless cock continuously entering me, my ass and cunt blending into one sheath for that never ending cock, the withdrawal lost in the pleasure of the penetration. One orgasm followed another as I climaxed again and again, the cock starting to pulse, shooting its cum into my cunt and bowels as they climaxed, Richard first then Tim. I lay there, cradled between them, satisfied for the moment. My mind cleared somewhat as their desires for me subsided, able to think about what to do next. I had to get back to Cindy before she woke but I found it difficult to leave the twins. Their desires had shaped my body, I was literally designed for their pleasure, but I had to get back to Cindy. I concentrated on my memories of her, finally gathering enough mental power to climb out of the tangle of limbs on the bed. The boys stirred, then reached out for me and found each other. I left them embracing each other, still fast asleep. I often wonder what happened when they woke up. I pulled a sheet off Tim's bed and wrapped it around my naked body. An image flashed through my mind of me sucking Tim's cock on that bed. I almost turned and went back to the twins, barely managing to keep control. I opened the door and looked out into an empty hall, quickly making my way back to my room. I thought about what I had just done as I took a quick shower and douche. I had taken a strange man’s cock into my mouth and one into my ass as well. I tried to put those thoughts aside, blot them out of my mind as I slipped into bed beside Cindy. She was helping, even in her sleep. She had changed me back to her girlfriend. I wanted a cock in me again, Cindy’s this time, to erase the feelings that still lingered from the twins. Cindy stirred slightly as she changed into Rick, rolling onto her back, his cock sticking straight up as it hardened. I leaned over and started gently licking that hard cock beside me, slowly taking it into my mouth, farther and farther until Cindy woke. He saw his cock being slowly sucked into a beautiful woman’s mouth and reached down to touch my head. Cindy was now fully awake, wanting me to suck his cock. I took more of it into me until it reached my throat and stopped, feeling like I wanted to gag. My bracelet sensed her desires and opened my throat letting me slide it down over his cock until my face was buried in his pubic hairs, no discomfort, only an erotic pleasure as I felt it fill my throat. He turned herself on the bed and lifted me onto him, thrusting his tongue into my cunt as my pussy settled onto his face. I felt Cindy’s fiery tongue lap the length of my pussy, settling on my clit to burn it as it flicked across and back, his lips sucking it into his mouth for his tongue to massage. I could hardly concentrate on sucking the luscious cock that was filling my mouth and throat, my lips sliding full length from its head to its base and back, lingering to suck its head and lick those tender spots that I knew so well. I felt his cock starting to pulse as his mouth drove my orgasm over its climax, tasting his orgasm as his pulsing cock shot its cum into my waiting mouth; swallowing it as it flowed over my tongue, taking his cock deep into my throat so that its last pulse could shoot its cum into my stomach while his mouth continued to send those euphoric waves of ecstasy through my shuddering body. I finally collapsed on him, my breasts on his stomach and my pussy on his face while I held his shrinking cock in my mouth, waiting for it to come alive again and fill my throat. It was hard again in only seconds, growing into my throat as his tongue thrust into my cunt to meet it in the middle of my body; starting the cycle over again, and then once more before we rested, changing back to our normal bodies as we removed each others bracelet. I didn't feel tired despite having been up most of the night and Cindy seamed to be fresh after our morning workout. We showered together, managing to avoid anything serious as we bathed and dried each other. I looked at myself in the mirror, thinking of what had happened with the twins. Somehow, I saw a slut in my reflection. I had to put that out of my mind, I was not ready to deal with that yet. “Cindy, I have to tell you something.” “What?” “Remember when you took my bracelet off just before we went to sleep early this morning?” “Yes, what about it?” “Well, I put it back on, I wanted to see what you would do to me if you dreamed.” “What did I do?” she asked, a look of apprehension on her face. “It’s not what you did, it’s what I did. I had to go to the bathroom and got too close to the man in the next room.” Cindy looked startled, “What happened?” "Well, you know the woman we both became when we walked over to that wall?" I asked, pointing to the wall separating our room from that of the twins. "Oh," she replied quietly. "Cindy, I . . . " I started to say. "It's all right," she said, "I shouldn’t have taken the bracelet off. You would have been safe if I had left it on. I left mine on for the same reason you put yours back on.” "What was it like?" "Cindy!" I exclaimed. "Hey, don't be embarrassed about what happened. You couldn’t control yourself. So what was it like? Was it different from when I fucked you last night?” "It was different, actually, it felt incredible. I was his fantasy, and obviously designed to respond to him." I said. My face felt hot with shame, even though Cindy was right. It wasn't my fault. She kissed my forehead. "We'll just write this one down to experience. We’ll have to be more careful when we use the bracelet." Neither of us considered not using our bracelet again. We were both already addicted to the pleasure it could bring. To be honest, I was a little confused over the way we were reacting to what had happened between us. I’d had a protracted bout of sex with Cindy while she was physically a man and I was physically a woman, wanting him to fuck me and wanting to suck his cock; and Cindy had eaten my pussy while she was physically a man and a woman, but neither Cindy nor I was overly worried about it. I think that somehow the bracelet had permanently loosened our inhibitions. But then she had sucked my cock and I had eaten her pussy many times before and we both enjoyed it, considering it normal sex between a husband and wife. Even so, we were a little quiet while we ate lunch. We couldn’t really discuss the bracelet in the middle of the restaurant. Especially as twin brothers were sitting at the next table, arguing over whether there really had been a woman in their room that morning. We could make out most of what they were saying. "Look, we both remember the same thing, Richard." "Perhaps," said the other, unconvinced, "but how likely is it that a naked woman will knock on our door, come in, have sex with us and then disappear again?" "It happened. Look, she had to be a guest. If we look hard enough, we're sure to find her." Cindy was doing her best to keep from laughing. "You didn't tell me there were two of them," she whispered. "You didn't ask," I whispered back, embarrassed. I was beginning to wish that she would take the situation more seriously. After lunch I wanted to go out and get some fresh air. Cindy, however, didn't want to leave the bracelets alone in our room. She suggested that I go out on my own, but I didn't want to leave Cindy alone with the bracelets, so we returned to our room. Cindy sat, holding her bracelet, while she asked me endless questions about my encounter with the twins. Finally, I agreed to tell her all. I laid back on the bed and described it in intimate detail. I was a little disturbed to notice that I was getting an erection from thinking about Tim and Richard. We really didn't know anything about the bracelet, so we had no idea what, if any, long- term effects there might be. Had the bracelet affected my mind and turned me gay? Or was it just a natural reaction to the erotic sensations that I had experienced with the brothers while I was a woman? I had just told Cindy about how I had taken both Tim and Richard at the same time when I felt her hand running up my leg. I didn't have to look over at her to know she had put her bracelet on. By now, I was getting turned on myself, and thought a good bout of normal straight sex would help to put my earlier experiences behind me. I rolled over onto my side and looked deep into my wife's eyes. Which were light blue in color rather than brown. Her hair was much shorter and had turned blond. It wasn't my wife, it was one of the twins! I looked again. The blond man was wearing the dress my wife had been wearing. "Cindy?" I asked. He shrugged. "Don't blame me. This is your fantasy." He got off the bed and started to strip. "I'm not sure we should be doing this." I said, fairly weakly. "I didn't hear you complain that much when we had an all-girl session last night. Anyway, if you don't like it, why don't you turn me back into a woman?" I did try to turn Cindy back into a female, but my mind was still filled with images of the twins. Cindy took off his bra and ran his hand over his flat chest. "Wow! This still feels so weird." He climbed onto the bed wearing only Cindy’s panties, which were under severe strain from his erection. "I can see why you got so turned on as a woman," he said, "being a man is so different, so erotic for me. I can still remember the way I felt last night when I was a man for the first time." Cindy began pulling off my clothes. "Relax," he said, "It’s still me in here, don't worry about it." I found myself agreeing with her as I reached for his bracelet and turned it to male, he hardly noticed. Finally, he threw my shorts into the corner of the room and grasped my cock in his strong hand. Slowly, at first, he started to masturbate me. I slumped back and luxuriated in the sensations. I wasn’t wearing the bracelet this time, so I suppose I could have pushed Cindy away. But she was right, this was my fantasy. The fact that my wife was inside this athletic man made things easier, but that didn't stop me from feeling very odd as I reached into his panties and grasped his cock. I pulled the panties down and began to jack off Cindy. This was a totally new sensation to her, and she was soon moaning in ecstasy. I pulled Cindy to me and kissed long and passionately. Rather than the soft, curvy body I was used to holding, the Cindy I was kissing had a male mouth and a taut male body with well-defined muscles. After a few minutes, he pulled away with a familiar grin on her unfamiliar face. He turned around on top of me and grabbed my cock. We had always enjoyed oral sex. 69 was one of our favorite positions. This time, however, it was going to be a little different for both of us, especially me. As Cindy's lips wrapped themselves around my cock, I reached up and grabbed his. I wasn't under the influence of the bracelet so I was reluctant to do this, but did it anyway. Perhaps the orgy with the twins had unlocked homosexual desires in me, besides he was getting me hot. Cindy released my cock long enough to say, "Come on, suck me off!" I balked at that abrupt statement. Doing it while I was a sex-mad female was one thing, but in my uninfluenced male body? Cindy saw my hesitation and shouted at me to suck it. I held it gingerly in one hand and guided it to my reluctantly opened mouth. I had planned to suck it slowly into my mouth as I built up courage, but Cindy had other plans. He pressed down with her pelvis, and suddenly his hard length was as deep into my mouth as it was going to go. My apprehension vanished, and I started to suck cock. I cast my mind back to early that morning when I had sucked one of the twins off. The memory was so strong I could almost feel the heavy breasts I’d had at the time I was milking him. Cindy returned his attentions to my own cock. He gave a long, deep moan as I concentrated on his. I ran my tongue over the head several times. I could feel him tensing over me, and I knew he was about to cum. He lifted his head and growled, "Oh my God!". I felt his cock starting to pulse, filling my mouth with cum. I had little choice but to swallow. My orgasm reached its climax as I gulped down Cindy’s salty fluid. Cindy had been licking the head of my cock and my first shot splattered all over his face before he could get my cock back in his mouth and swallow it like she usually did. We lay there for several long seconds, both completely shattered. Now that my sex urge had been satisfied, I began to feel a little self-conscious about what I had done. I concentrated on Cindy. Thankfully, she shifted into my perfect version of her. She turned around on the bed, and I had to laugh when I saw cum all over her face. I reached over and took her bracelet off. I didn't want to drift off to sleep and risk her coming under the influence of someone else, like what had happened to me. "So that's what it's really like for a man," she remarked, “it’s better than it was last night, it was so strange then . . . I guess it caught me by surprise then, I wasn’t ready for it.” "What do you think of it now?" "I just relaxed and enjoyed it this time,” said Cindy, “It's like . . . everything is concentrated in your cock. Nothing else exists." "I know what you mean, that pretty well describes it,” said Rick, “When you gave me an orgasm while I was a woman, my whole body seemed to explode, I had no idea it was like that for you." I shivered as I remembered the force of my female orgasms. “Which way was your bracelet turned just now?” I asked. Cindy looked, “Man up, and the arrows were pointing to me.” “That explains the difference,” I said, “when I turned the man up just before we started, it made you respond to sex as a man. The arrows turned the male version of your mind on, moving your female mind into the background. When I turned mine that way, my male mind went off into the distance, only the female version of my mind was really conscious.” “Yes, I did notice that, it was like my mind was just watching me. It remembered everything though, I can still feel my cock in you,” she giggled. “What did you think of sucking cock as a man?” asked Cindy. “I didn’t like it, I won’t do it again, the only way I was able to do it was to remember last night when I did it as a woman, I liked it then. Your cock felt wonderful in my woman’s throat.” “I know, yours feels the same way in mine, that’s why I’ve always liked our 69,” said Cindy. “Why is it okay for a woman to suck a man’s cock but not okay for a man to suck a man’s cock?” “It’s that homosexual/heterosexual thing I guess, it’s okay for a husband and wife to eat each other but not okay for two guys to eat each other,” said Rick. “What about two girls eating each other, that seems to be sort of accepted doesn’t it?” “It does seem different. When two girls are not lesbians, you know . . . they really like men, they can form strong friendship bonds. Sometimes, in unguarded moments one will eat the other’s pussy. Maybe on a dare or to console the other, maybe like I did when I was drunk that time with my best friend in University, we were embarrassed by it but neither of us thought much about it later.” We were quiet for several long minutes while we thought about the session we had just had. I was content to just lie on the bed and doze, but Cindy wanted a shower. It was Cindy's voice that woke me half an hour later. "Rick, come and have a look at this." I hauled myself off the bed and went into the bathroom. Cindy was standing naked and was still wet from the shower. She was staring intently into the mirror. "What's up?" I asked. "Look at my face. Really closely." I shrugged. "Okay, but why?" "Just look." I leaned closer and studied her face. "I don't see anything." "It's changed." "Changed? Don't be . . . " I stopped as I realized she was right. The change was ever so slight. I'm sure no one but Cindy and I would have noticed it. Her jaw was ever-so-slightly broader. Her nose was ever-so-slightly larger. Her eyes were a shade lighter. While I had been studying her face Cindy had been examining mine. "You've changed as well." "What?!" I turned to the mirror and stared at my own face. My features were ever-so-slightly refined. Was my skin slightly darker, or was that just a tan? My face was still masculine, but I could see just a hint of the woman I had been the previous night. I had spent several long hours as a woman. "I think we had better leave the bracelet alone from now on." "No way!" she exclaimed. "We just have to be a little more careful. Lets put them back on and try to reverse the effect.” I wasn't too convinced this was a good idea, but Cindy finally talked me into trying to reverse the effects. “Ok, but no more experimenting until we get home,” I said. I put on the bracelet she gave me and she turned me into the muscle-bound version of myself. She put on the bracelet I gave her and I turned her into my favorite fucking machine. This time we decided which gender we were going to be and checked our bracelets, all we had to do was look at the color of the faint glow, hers was red, or pink I guess, and mine was blue. That matched what we wanted. Of course, we were both as horny as hell, and made love all afternoon, Cindy leading the way while I tried to keep up; eating her pussy while I recovered enough to fuck her again or let her suck me off. “Cindy, it seems I’ve been giving in to every thing you’ve asked, even when I didn’t want to. Have you noticed it?” “Well, now that you’ve mentioned it, I haven’t had much trouble leading you around the bed,” she laughed. I wondered if it might be the bracelets, the way the arrows were turned maybe. “Cindy, which way are the arrows on your bracelet turned.” “Down, toward my hand,” she said, “Why?” I put my hand on top of hers. “Now look at the arrows, they both point from you to me, I bet that’s why you dominate me now.” “Could we try changing them, I can’t see where that would hurt anything?” asked Cindy. “Yes, lets change them and see what happens.” We took the bracelets off and turned them around. It worked, now Cindy was deferring to me. It wasn’t a big thing, she just gave in easily if I insisted on something. Now I was leading her around the bed. We tried turning them both down and both up. That way the deference disappeared, if there was any difference between both up and both down we didn’t notice it. It wasn't until the early hours of the next morning that we took each other’s bracelet off. By now we were exhausted. We slept until it was almost noon. A close examination revealed that the small, feminine touches to my face had been reversed and she was restored to full femininity, though she did complain that her bra was tighter than it had been. We tried to resist using the bracelet too often over the last week of our holiday, we managed to keep from using it more than once a day. At my insistence we didn't swap genders. Cindy wanted to try it as a man again, but I was having none of it . . . even though I still had this strange erotic desire to become a woman and have her fuck me and let me suck her cock. 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