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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. But I wasn’t able to deal with it yet. Perhaps if
I’d relented a little Cindy wouldn't have done what she did when
we got home.



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