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This story was produced as adult entertainment o o and should not be read by minors. o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o My Wish Came True (tg, fant) by Christy Although I wouldn't trade being a woman for anything in the world, I have always been more then a bit curious about what it would be like to have a penis for a couple of days. I fantasized about it and wished for it for as long as I can remember. *** I need to start this story by describing myself. You need to know me to share my "experience". To enjoy this you will have to open yourself to the unexplainable and immerse yourself in the erotic possibilities of the mind. Please journey with me through my days of discovery. Feel my confusion, my anxiety and my arousal. Share my surprise, my horror and my delight. Laugh with me, cum with me and allow yourself to feel the excitement of this new experience and predicaments that arise from having a wish mysteriously fulfilled. So on with a brief sketch of me. I am a 31 year old woman. I will not be shy or modest in my description of myself. I want you to see me clearly, accurately. I am 5'4", 118 pounds. My auburn hair is shoulder length and very thick, straight and shinny . My face is pretty in a very gentle delicate way. My eyes are large, almond shaped and jade green in color, my complexion very light with a sprinkling of pale freckles across the cheeks. I was blessed with a lovely body and work out regularly to keep it in top form. My breasts are large for my small frame(34D) with rosy pink nipples that extend like little pinkies when aroused. They are very sensitive and responsive to erotic stimulation and I find my fingers teasing them more often then I care to admit. I have a very full active life and a great job but I must say that my sexuality is my center. I think that I enjoy my own body at least as much as any of the men I have been involved. My sex life is quite active but no matter how much sex I have with others I still usually masturbate at least once a day. I love that solitary pleasure and the time to let my fantasies run wild and free. I love being a woman - every part of it but have so often marveled about what it must be like to have penis. I have no desire to be man but have always wished that I could have a penis of my own for a day or two just to see what it would feel like to have something so big jutting from my body, sometime with a mind of it own - aroused by so many sights, thoughts and feeling, and so obvious about it! To me, an erect penis is the ultimate erotic symbol, so big and so hard, sticking out so proudly proclaiming it's sexuality. The sight of a man masturbating, to me is one of the sexiest things in the world - him alone with his hungry, demanding penis, glorying in its sexuality, proudly stroking it, playing with it - feeling the power of his sex, his penis actually taking center stage in his mind as he brings himself such intense pleasure. I have idolized the horny, erect penis since my earliest recollections, much to my many boyfriends delight!. And I wanted so much to feel what it was like to have one of those big, horny penises of my own (but only on a very temporary basis). I adore my pussy and delight in the feeling of being filled by a man. Although I have never had the opportunity to act on my bi curious feelings I am very visually turned on by women as well as men. I love leafing through Penthouse and other adult "men's" magazines. I especially enjoy Club with it's photos of couples and 3somes. I feel like a kid in a candy store as I look at these photos, trying to decide what I would do first if there - suck that hard cock, fondle a sexy tit and flick the nipple with my tongue - so many possibilities. Looking at a picture of a nice swollen, wet pussy brings so many sexy ideas to my head! I want to touch it and lick it - devour it but also I have longed to know what it feels like to man to sink his cock into a tight honey pot. I have thought of about all of this so many times and masturbated to the idea of a "48 hour cock" many, many times. Of course I never thought in a million years that it could ever come true. But it did and I want to share with you what it was like and the things that I learned. I will tell you from the start that I am very happy to have my sweet pussy back and love and appreciate it even more after this experience. I think that I envy men their prize possession even more now that I did before but feel much more sympathetic to them also. It all started on Friday morning But when I woke up this morning I felt so strange. I was sleeping on my belly and had this very aroused feeling that I didn't recognize as I was waking up. I ground against the mattress in my half asleep state to satisfy my dreamy lust but something was so different. Something was rubbing my stomach - were the blankets bunched up under me? I squirmed around, still half a sleep and felt a sensation that I never had felt before, and urgency that was exquisite yet uncomfortable enough to wake me more. I rolled over and it felt like my pussy was turning inside out. I reached down to touch it and screamed in horror, amazement - my God what was happening to me? I sat up and yanked the covers back. I must still be asleep. This has to be a very weird dream. I had a penis! It was bobbing in front of me as I moved around the bed, trying to figure out what was happening to me. I couldn't believe my eyes. I reached down and touched it. It was very hard and very big. I sat there staring at it. My fingers barely brushing it sent shivers all over. It all felt too real to be a dream. My eyes were open and I was looking down at a very erect penis. I had to get up and look in the mirror. The sensation of this erection moving up and down as I walked across the room was so strange. All I wanted to do was grab it. It was almost as though it were demanding my attention. It would have to wait. I had to see myself to believe this. The refection that greeted me in the mirror was so surreal. I tried to take the image in slowly - top to bottom. I looked the same everywhere else. My long, auburn hair was tousled as it always is in the morning. My face was the same, my body - by tits stood out firm and proud and big as ever, nipples very erect, slim, waist, delicate curves - but I had a very large, erect penis jutting out in front of me and a set a fuzzy balls ticking the inside of my thighs. I stopped thinking. I was overwhelmed by the sensation I was feeling and the intensely erotic, though strange way it looked to an erect penis attached to my very obviously feminine body. I just stared at myself from all different angles. I still thought it was a dream and I wasn't ready to wake up. There was an envelope attached to my mirror. I was in a daze about everything. Who would leave a note on my mirror? Who had been here? The confusion had dampened my arousal and I looked down and saw "my penis" hanging down in front of me. The weight of it felt so odd. Just read the note I told myself I told myself. Make sense of that at least. I pulled the envelope from the mirror. The scent of jasmine filled the air. The note was written in gold ink with the most beautiful handwriting I have ever seen. It said: My dear, sweet Christy, You have repeatedly wished to experience what it is would be like to have a penis for 48 hours. As you are already aware, your wish has been granted but with a bit of twist. You will have a penis until you have had 20 ejaculations. That could well happen in 48 hours given the fact that you have also been given the stamina and drive a 16 year old. Since this is so new to you we thought you should feel the urgency and need that a young man experiences as he awakens to his sexuality. It will be up to you how long you have this penis. You are in total control of how long you will remain in this state. You may shorten or prolong the time by the way you choose to space your orgasms. After your 20th ejaculation you will fall into a deep, peaceful slumber and when you awake you will be exactly as you were before this experience. This is a gift, have no worries. You will experience much pleasure and learn a great deal. On the other hand it could land you into many predicaments that you will have to employ all of your creative abilities to navigate. Don't waste time trying to figure this out because you can't. Just accept it and behold the beauty of it. I assure you that after your 20th ejaculation you will wake up just as you were when you went to bed last night. Stop reading now! Time is wasting and you need to learn about your new "friend". Enjoy!! No signature. My head was reeling. My wish! Fuck. Yes, I wished but never thought it could possibly come true. If I did maybe I would have thought twice about wishing for it! It felt so strange and looked so out of place on me. I was more confused then ever. I couldn't think anymore right now. All I knew was that I had to pee so badly right them. As I walked to the bathroom I realized that I was going to have to aim this thing to pee. I took hold of it and it started to get hard. "Not now!" I barked at it "I have to pee!" I had to try so hard to push the piss out as I worked on pushing this big hard thing down enough to hit the bowl. Ah, it finally started and what a relief. Bladder empty, penis soft. So that was what a piss hard- on felt like!. I could try to catch my breath now. I was alternately aroused, amused and horrified at what was happening to me. I kept telling myself it was a dream - enjoy your dream Christy. But then there was the note. This was no dream. That was beginning to sink in. It was getting hard again. There was no denying how good it felt. I could feel it stretch and I could feel the weight of it pulling against me. It was so beautiful. I was touching it, exploring it like you would a delicate china doll. Oh, but how it responded to these delicate touches! It was tingling like my nipples do. They were tingling too but they don't make themselves anywhere near this obvious and so blatantly demand attention. I lay back on the bed, propped up with pillows so I could see it. It had flopped itself onto my belly with a thud when I laid down. I pushed it so that it was standing up straight and let go of it so it would do it again. Thud. What a strange and wonderful feeling! It was twitching as it lay there on my belly. The tip was extended up past my navel. I rolled it between my hand and my belly and as I pressed tight against me I fingered the head as I would my clit. I pressed down on it with the pads of my index and middle fingers and rubbed in circles. This was a familiar sensation and it make it even harder. The first drop of precum appeared at the slit. I pressed my fingertip to it and spread it all over the engorged head then I brought my finger to my mouth to taste it. The arousal I felt was so intense. It was so good, so sweet and so male yet coming from my feminine body. I wrapped my hand around it and stood it up so I could admire it. I squeezed it and felt it's hardness and watched the big mushroom head flare. I sat straight up. I was so horny and I had an idea. Could I touch my tits with it? I held it up and leaned forward. I felt it poke at the underside of my right tit. The head was nuzzled tight against my breast. I gently bounced my erection against my tit. Seeing my tits jiggling from it and my nipples so hard had me almost out of my mind. If it had been a bit longer I could actually have titty fucked myself! I sat up straight again grabbed both of my nipples and pulled and twisted them while I watched my penis throb. In felt as though I didn't have enough hands. It all felt so good but this penis was screaming for the lion share of attention now. Tit play and exploration and experimentation would have to wait. I wanted to just jerk off now. Just that though had me squirming. I layed back down and grabbed the thick shaft and began to stroke it. It Oh, that felt so good. I loved giving my boyfriends hand jobs, but to stroke a penis as I had stroked theirs and actually feel what they had felt was overwhelming. I was watching myself - I was masturbating "my penis"! It was one of the most beautiful penises that I have ever seen. I was stroking it slowly, tickling and teasing the head. This brought waves of pleasure and even more arousal. I had fantasized about doing just this so many times. But in my fantasies I would slowly explore, tease it, watch it in wonder and let the feelings build over a long time before allowing myself to cum. But this thing had a mind of it's own!. It was pushing me. It tingled, it itched, it ached. Was this is how my boyfriend feels when I tease his penis and make him wait to cum? What exquisite torture! But what would it feel like to cum - to ejaculate? I wanted to feel that now! I slid my hand more firmly up and down the thick shaft and rubbed my thumb across the sensitive head with each stroke. I could feel a tightening in my belly and in my ass. I reached down and felt my balls. They were big and swollen and so tight in the sac. Touching them make my cock throb and tingle even harder. It felt enormous in my hand. It looked the same but it felt like it was getting even bigger and the skin felt tighter and even more sensitive. I couldn't have let go of it right then if my life depended on it. I had to cum. I needed to cum so badly. I rubbed it fast and hard and it felt like fire spreading through my groin and my belly. The ache was almost unbearable but so intensely pleasurable. It was dripping all over my hands. The feel of this warm, slippery fluid oozing from the tip aroused me even more. The precum made my hand glide so easily up and down. Faster and faster, one hand on my penis and the other alternately pinching and twisting my hard nipples, bouncing my tits and then rubbing my balls. The head turned an even deeper shade of purple. It was on fire! I felt the explosion start in my ass - it pulled so tight, by balls were churning and my hand was a blur - oh then it happened! Thick long spurts of cum shot out of my penis as I pumped it harder. The pleasure and release spread from my penis to my whole body. That feeling of warmth and pleasure spreading from my belly to the rest of my body was familiar but the feeling from "my penis" as it spurted cum were unreal - new, addicting. I couldn't wait to do it again! I lay there soaked in my own warm cum feeling my erection deflate and my body relax along with it. . I dozed for a couple of minutes. When I opened my eyes and couldn't believe the mess I has made!!! There was cum all over the sheets and blankets. My tits were dripping with it. I couldn't help laughing! This was not a dream. This sight was all too real. I am going to here to learn to contain the cum a bit! I got up and walked over to the dresser and reread the note. I really did have a penis for the time being. Hum, I was still in shock but felt exhilarated at the same time. There were so many things I wanted to try with my new "friend". But how was I going to work this all out? Suddenly practical concerns ran through my head. I was supposed to be at work in an hour. . Could I hide it? Would I even be able to concentrate with this new beautiful thing hanging between my legs? Did I want to waste any of this time doing anything that interfered with enjoying my "gift"? And what about my boyfriend? What was I going to do about Michael? Do I tell him or just avoid him until I was back to "myself"? He is the most open minded and delightedly kinky men who I have ever been with and we did really share an very special bond - but how do you tell your man that you have temporarily sprouted a penis? And that yours is bigger then his. This thing was going to be hard to hide. Time to take a shower! Maybe it would help clear my head so I could figure out what to next. I grabbed my robe and a towel on my way to the bathroom. A shower always helped me focus and get started in the morning. The warm water felt so good as I stood under it and let it soak my hair. I scent of the shampoo and the feel of my fingers massaging my scalp make me feel more relaxed. I stood there for such a long time, just letting the warm water rinse my hair and clear my head. I stepped back so that I could lather up. I have always loved the feel of my slippery hands running over my body. I closed my eyes as I ran my warm, slippery hands from my neck down my arms then across my chest. How I loved the way my breasts jiggled as I ran my hand under and around them. I was becoming very aware of that stretching feeling down below again. I tried to ignore it. I had to get myself together and figure out what to do about this situation! My body had other ideas though. I found myself giving my nipples an extra little tweak on the way down to my belly. I allowed myself to open my eyes and look down. This penis was stirring a bit. It looked about half-hard. I really couldn't let myself get going again right now. I had too much to do to get lost in this pleasure again. I poured more shower gel into my hands and hips and down my ass. I ran a soapy finger down the crack as I always did but was surprised all over again when I felt those fussy balls from the rear. I quickly pulled my hand away. This was not play time. I had to wash this thing now. But how do I do that without having it get out of control again? I took a deep breath and tried to just very matter of factly run my soapy hand over it and give it a quick sudsing but the feel of it lengthening and stiffening in my hands was almost more then I could bear. It really needed to be touched and I really wanted to play with it. It felt so different, so intense to feel that arousal and excitement outside of me and to be able to wrap my hand around it. I was used to that tingle and ache and longing deep inside my pussy. But I was feeling all of that stretched out in my hand now. I ran both hands up and down the long shaft watching the head flare as I squeezed behind it. I was mesmerized by it. I started madly jerking it again, wanting to feel all of the pleasure that I could. But suddenly I remembered how sore my pussy got when I had gotten carried away playing with it in the shower, using soap for lube. It burned like hell afterwards and I couldn't touch it for the rest of the day. That stopped me!! I rinsed off and got out and dried myself and put on my robe. At least I couldn't see it now. I needed to concentrate. One thing was for certain. There was no way I could go to work today. I had to get used to this new "creature". I called my secretary and gave her instructions for the day, telling her I was just not feeling myself today and was taking the day off since I didn't have any meetings scheduled. Work was taken care of and the coffee was brewing. I had to call Donna. I felt like I was going crazy. Was this all really happening? She was my best friend. We have been close since college. We have shared every sordid detail of our lives with each other. We have seen each other through the best and worst of times. I knew I could trust her and I needed to talk to someone. As I dialed her number at work I just I prayed she would be able to get way and come over soon. "Hello, Donna Simmons". Just hearing her voice made me feel better. "Donna, it's Christy". "Christy, are you okay. You sound kind of shaky hon". "Donna, I need to see you as soon as possible. I can't talk about it on the phone". "Do you want to meet for lunch?" "No. I can't. It has to be here. You will understand when you get here." "Christy, are you okay? Are you in some kind of trouble". "I am okay. It's just - something big has happened. I don't know if it's wonderful, terrible or if I am just losing my mind. When can you get away". "Sweetie, will you be alright until about noon?" "Yeah, I can do that". It was almost 10:00 now. "Let me delegate all of this stuff out and I will get there as soon as I can, noon at the latest! I promise and until then I am a phone call away, okay?" "Thanks Donna. I love you. You're the best."