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~From: Jennifer <Jenn470@aol.com>
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~Subject: The Devil in a Red Dress (full text)
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The Devil in a Red Dress
by Jennifer

The rush was incredible.  It was probably one of the most intense 
orgasms I've ever had.  My mind was drifting in what seemed like 
another world as she still rolled the head of my penis in her mouth.  
It seemed that she was intent on making me cum again, but I was 
completely spent.  "What the hell" I thought.  "I might as well let 
her try".  After all, I've slept with a lot of women, but this one, 
Jenny, was near physical perfection.  In about ten minutes, I found 
my orgasm building again.  I held her head firmly as I drove my 
penis in and out of her mouth.  I exploded for a second time as my 
body began to shake.  The next thing I knew, we were both sound 
asleep.

I awoke about an hour or so later to find Jenny asleep with her arm 
draped over my chest.  I moved it out of the way, got up, and made 
my way to the bathroom bleary eyed.  The night light cast a warm 
glow over the stark white tiled floor.  I rubbed my eyes and began 
to stretch. I thought to myself, "Damn that was great sex. . .  what 
a fucking babe".  As I stood there urinating in the toilet, a smirk of 
conquest came over my face.  "Probably the best looking girl I'd 
bagged in a few months . . . ", but there had been so many I 
couldn't really remember.  All I knew was that she had a great 
body, and besides, that's all women were really useful for anyway 
. . . sex.  I grabbed a pair of boxers up off the floor.  As I was 
pulling them up, I caught a glimpse of the red numerals of the 
clock radio on the countertop.  It was 12:00 A.M. . . dead nuts.  
Moving over to the sink, I got myself a drink of water and glanced 
at my reflection in the mirror.  Speaking to myself I said, "Damn, 
I'd give anything to get my hands on a body like that every time I 
felt like having sex".  At just that instant, a flash of lightning lit up 
the sky outside the bathroom window.  The clap of thunder startled 
me so that I almost jumped out of my skin.  The glass in my hand 
dropped to the floor making yet another crash.  Jenny called from 
the bedroom, "Chris, are you O.K.?" 
"Yeah I'm fine. . . that lightning just hit so close, it scared the shit 
out of me.  I dropped a glass on the floor, no big deal."
She said, "All right, you coming back to bed?  Storms scare me a 
little."
I replied, "Be there in a sec. . ."  I ran over to the window to see if 
we were in for a big storm.  But to my surprise, the night seemed 
perfectly calm outside.  As I looked out the window, there wasn't a 
cloud in the sky.  "Damn. . . where the hell did that lightning come 
from" I thought.  "Oh well. . ."  Suddenly a cold chill came over 
my body.  I involuntarily shivered a couple of times in response to 
the chill and what seemed like someone in the room staring at me 
from behind.  I turned around quickly, but found nobody.  I quickly 
made my way back to the bed and told Jenny that it didn't look like 
we'd be getting a storm or anymore lightning soon because it was 
calm as could be outside.  We both shrugged it off as "just one of 
those things", pulled up the covers and found ourselves falling back 
asleep in a couple of minutes.

Morning came all too fast.  As I awoke, I rolled over to see that 
Jenny had already found her way out.  "Just as well" I thought.  
"It'll save me the hassle of making up some story to ditch her 
anyway".  As I walked into the bathroom, I saw a note taped to the 
mirror.  It read. . . "Good morning sleepyhead - I didn't want to 
wake you.  I figured after last night you could use some rest!  
Anyway, I had a lot of things to get done this morning.  Hope to 
see ya around soon.  Thanks for a great time last night.  Love 
Jenny".  I wadded up the note and tossed it in the trash.  "Well . . . 
at least I know I'll be able to get my hands on that pussy if I get the 
urge . . . but if not, who cares . . . there are plenty of other ones here 
in Sandypoint just ripe for the picking."  I cracked a smile and 
started to chuckle to myself.  Stripping off my boxers, I jumped 
into the shower . . . "Yeah, it's going to be one hell of a summer!"

My name is Chris Stewart.  I'm 23 years old and if I do say so 
myself, one heck of lucky guy.  I'd just graduated with a BS in 
Business Administration from Georgetown University.  And with 
my upcoming attendance to their School of Law, I felt as if I had 
the world at my feet.  My parents had suggested that I take a 
summer off from working and get a little relaxation before 
embarking on Law School.  At first I was a little apprehensive 
about it, but when they told me that the Martins had offered me 
their summerhouse in Sandypoint Massachusetts for a few months, 
I could hardly refuse.  Sandypoint was one of those great summer 
spots with so much charm that the lure was practically irresistible.  
A couple hours north of Cape Cod, it was a picturesque New 
England seaside town with cottages overlooking beautiful beaches 
and of course, the ocean.  The downtown area wasn't too large.  To 
survive, most of the shops seemed to be completely geared for the 
summer season when several hundred people would migrate there 
to "summer".  During the winter months, the full time residents 
mostly depended on the fishing industry to make their livings.  But 
in the summer, Sandypoint transformed into a dynamic community 
with plenty of action.  And it was of course, "that action" in which 
I was interested in most!  You see, other than being a pretty bright 
guy, I've always had something else going for me.  I was almost 
6'-4" and 220 pounds, and being athletic in nature, I worked out 
pretty regularly.  My body was lean and well muscled, so with 
dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and a square jaw, I do have to admit, I 
was one damn good looking guy.  All I needed to be in prime form 
for my favorite type of relaxation was a little sun.  And then the 
girls would be clawing to get a piece of me.  Maybe it was because 
getting laid was so easy for me, or maybe it was because I was 
really a male chauvinist at heart, but I really held very little respect 
for woman.  In my mind they were definitely second class citizens 
and were inferior to men in almost every respect.  "Shit . . . they 
can't even drive!"  But they certainly had there uses, and being 
there for my sexual gratification was one of them . . .

After showering, I stepped out on the deck which sat about 20 feet 
above the beach overlooking the Atlantic Ocean.  It was almost 
10:00 AM.  The sun was just about finished burning the morning 
fog away from the beach.  With the waves gently rolling in and 
hardly a cloud in the sky, it was going to be yet another day in 
paradise.  After a quick breakfast, I decided to go for a walk on the 
beach to kick things off.

I grabbed a towel thrown over the railing of the deck and headed 
down the weathered wooden steps to the beach.  I decided to head 
north towards the public beach downtown.  After all, that's where 
most of the "scenery" would be anyway.  And besides, it was never 
too early in the day to get a jump on plans for the evening.  I pulled 
my shades down and began walking alongside the surf.  As I 
passed woman along the way, I could tell that they were checking 
me out.  But unless they caught my eye, I didn't even give them an 
acknowledgment or glance.  No . . . today, I was looking for 
something different, something unusual, somebody to really get me 
off.  Even though there were plenty of babes on the beach, none 
seemed to be in sync with my mood of the day.  So when I reached 
my destination, I made my way to a beach vendor selling cold 
drinks by the fishing pier.  I got a lemonade and made my way 
back down to the beach.  I spread out my towel and sat down to 
catch a little rest before heading back to the house.  The beach was 
pretty busy so I had a chance to check out a lot of women.  Many 
smiled and said hello to me as they passed by.  But unfortunately, 
still nothing to strike a nerve with my current mood.  Time seemed 
to pass quickly as I leaned back and drifted off to sleep.  I was 
awakened a couple of cold drops of water that splashed on my 
chest.  I open my eyes and squinted into the oncoming sun to see a 
beautifully sexy woman standing next to me.  Her red one piece 
bathing suit was wet along with her long brown hair.  Her breasts 
were magnificent as her nipples were almost visible through her 
tight, wet swimsuit.  She had the face and body of an angel, but a 
look of the devil ran through her eyes.  And oh those eyes ... when 
my eyes met hers, they seemed to burn a hole deep into my soul.  I 
was transfixed by her gaze.  I managed to break away from it for a 
second.  I turned my head to grab my sunglasses and stood up to 
introduce myself.  When I turned around . . . she was gone. I 
scanned the entire beach, but there wasn't a sign of her to be found 
anywhere.  "Where could she have gone?" I thought.  I walked 
around a bit to see if I could find her, but still no dice.  I headed 
back to the house completely obsessed with thoughts of the woman 
that I had just seen.  I had to have her.  I had to find her.  I 
wouldn't be able to rest until I could get a piece of that.

That night I drove downtown to "Breakers", the only real nightclub 
in Sandypoint.  I was hoping that maybe I might be able to find 
her.  She seemed like the type that might hang out in some of the 
more trendy places.  But I didn't know for sure.  I was there for a 
few hours with no luck so I decided to do some bar hopping.  
Maybe I'd find her there.  As another couple of hours passed I 
began to get depressed.  I had quite a few beers and was feeling 
pretty horny.  "Fuck it" I thought.  "It doesn't look like I'm going 
to find her tonight . . . so I might as well make the best out of a 
lousy night".  I picked up this dumb bimbo at the bar.  She could 
hardly keep her hands off me so I figured I might as well get off 
before I call it a night.  I told her I'd give her a ride back to her 
place but when we got back to my car, I decided to speed things up 
a little.  I reached around and kissed her on the lips.  I felt her melt 
in my arms and I knew that this was going to be way too easy.  I 
pulled down her dress exposing her bare breasts.  I fondled them 
with one hand as my other hand moved up her leg toward her wet 
crotch.  I pulled off my pants and gave her the opportunity to 
reciprocate. After some great foreplay, I guided her head down 
toward my throbbing penis.  She took it in her mouth and began 
slowly bobbing her head up and down.  "Well at least the stupid 
bitch gives good head" I thought.  Bored with the thought of 
making this encounter last too long, I grabbed her head and began 
pumping my cock hard into her mouth.  She began to make noises, 
who knows, maybe she was trying to say something.  But the 
sounds of her squealing turned me on even more.  I grabbed her 
head tightly and exploded into her throat.  She gagged a bit making 
the orgasm seem even better.  Semen oozed from her lips as she 
raised her head.  She said "I didn't want you to cum already.  I 
wanted you to do it to me."  She seemed a little pissed at me so I 
said, "I could really care less what you want ... I just wanted to get 
off, and you served my purposes well.  Now get the hell out of my 
car!"  Well if she wasn't pissed before, she sure was now.  She 
cursed me, slapped me across my face, grabbed her stuff and ran 
off into the night.  If was a little more sober, perhaps I would have 
felt bad.  After all I did act like a jerk.  But for now, in my current 
state of mind . . . I could care less.  So I pulled up my pants and 
managed to drive myself home.

When I got back home, I plopped myself down on the couch, 
leaned my head back, and closed my eyes.  The room seemed to 
spin round and around.  "Great" I thought. "I fucking hate it when 
I drink too much." I figured I'd better just get to bed and sleep this 
off when a chilling draft blew across the room.  I opened my eyes 
and sat up.  There she was ... standing across the room from me.  I 
jumped and said, "God . . . you startled me!"
She said in a breathy voice "Close, but not quite"
"What?" I said seeming confused.
"Oh never mind" she said with a wicked smirk across her face and 
a glint in her eyes.
"You're the girl I saw at the beach today aren't you?"
She replied "That's right.  I'm glad you remembered me."
"Believe me" I said. "I don't think I could have forgotten if I 
wanted to."
She was breathtakingly seductive.  She wore a skin tight red party 
dress with a low cut neckline that made her breasts seem to leap 
from her figure.  She was tall and slender with beautiful long legs 
that glistened from the black nylons she was wearing.  Her wavy 
dark brown hair framed her face in a way that seemed to make her 
entire persona glow.  And again those eyes ... something about 
those eyes.  So beautifully blue and yet so mischievous.  Something 
about her seemed almost mystical.  It was almost as if she was my 
own vision of female perfection.  My body raged with thoughts of 
having sex with her.  Usually, I'd have no trouble coming up with a 
clever pick up line or something. But for some reason, I felt almost 
helpless around her, like she was in total control of the situation 
and not me.  All I could manage to come up with was "So . . . who 
are you?"
She laughed in a cute way and said "why . . . I'm just a little devil . 
. . in a red dress"  Her eyes twinkling as she spoke.
"Very cute" I said.  "No really . . . what's  your name?  I've been 
looking for you all day."
"Why don't you just call me Lucy . . ." she said.
"All right Lucy.  So tell me, do you always just let yourself into 
guys houses in the middle of the night?  Or should I consider 
myself lucky?"
"Oh, you should consider yourself very lucky" she proclaimed.
"Good . . . and why is that?" I said.
"Because tonight is your lucky night.  I'm going to make all your 
wishes come true.  Doesn't that sound like fun?"  She looked me in 
the eyes and ran her tongue across her lips.  I got up and started to 
walk over to her.  She was right about one thing.  I wanted her in 
the worst way.
"Would you like to sit down?  Could I get you something to 
drink?" I said as I reached out to take her hand.
She pulled back a bit and said "Not so fast my dear ... I'd like to 
take care of business before pleasure if you don't mind."
"What?"  I said inquisitively.  "What business are you talking 
about?"
"Oh you know, just the standard contract and stuff ..." she said.
"Contract?  What contract?  What on earth are you talking about?"
"I told you . . . I'm the devil" she said in an innocent tone.  Then 
she reached behind her back and produced a sheet of paper.  
"Here" she said.
As I looked at the blank piece of paper, it suddenly dawned on me 
that she must really be into some kinky shit if this is what it takes 
to get her off.  But what the hell, all I really wanted to do was to 
get in her panties, so I figured I might as well play along with her 
and see where it got me.
"So" I said agreeably.  "All you want me to do is to sign this piece 
of paper?  Then what?"
She said playfully "Then I get to have some fun with you ... and I 
guarantee . . . you'll never look at sex the same way again."
Being a smart ass and laughing a little I said "So what's this going 
to cost me? . . . My soul or something!"  She just laughed along 
with me and nodded in mock agreement.
"Well, if that's all it takes" I said  "Let me get a pen.  I'll be right 
back."
She grabbed my shoulder and said "Oh, don't bother.  I brought 
my own.  Here you go . . ."
I took the pen and started to sign my name at the bottom of the 
blank sheet of paper.
"OOP's . . . looks like you're out of ink" I said.
"Oh how silly of me" she said as she took the pen from my hand.  
Before I knew it, she had pulled my hand toward her.  I couldn't 
react quick enough to stop her from raking the tip of the fountain 
pen across my forearm.
"Ouch!" I cried. "What did you do that for?!"
"Sorry" she said.  "It's just that it's not binding unless it's signed 
in blood."
"Oh yeah" I said mockingly.  "How could I have forgotten."  So I 
took back the pen and scribbled my name across the paper.  As I 
gave it back to her I thought "At least this bullshit stuff is over . . . 
now it's time for some real action."
"Thanks Chris . . . I promise I wont let you down" She said.
I moved to put my arms around her.  The feel of her body sent 
waves of energy through my body.  I caressed her back and let my 
hands slide down to her ass.  I could feel her breasts pressed into 
my chest as she leaned up to give me a kiss.  As our lips met, the 
whole world just seemed to revolve around this one moment of 
passion.  My body was helpless.  The room started to go dark and 
the next thing I knew, I was passed out on the floor.

The light from the morning sun woke me up.  I had a splitting 
headache.  Feeling like shit I thought, "God I hate it when I drink 
too much.  I couldn't even finish that dream that I started last 
night.  Too bad.  That girl from the beach was hot."  I managed to 
get to my feet and head toward the bathroom.  "I gotta get in the 
shower" I mumbled.  I stopped at the sink to rid myself of a 
horrible case of morning breath.  I reached to turn on the faucet 
and froze dead in my tracks.  As I looked at my arm, my eyes 
widened in disbelief.  The scratch from the dream was there staring 
right back at me!  "Oh my God . . . it wasn't a dream!?  All the 
better" I thought.  "At least now I know she's for real and still here 
in Sandypoint.  All I have to do is find her again . . . I just hope 
she's not pissed at me for passing out on her."  With a sense of 
optimism, I jumped in the shower and started to plan out my day.

It was a beautiful day.  Not a cloud in the sky . . .  so I grabbed my 
bathing suit and threw on a sleeveless white T-shirt.  With a towel 
and sunglasses in hand, I started the walk up toward the pier again.  
I was hoping that maybe Lucy would be back at the beach where I 
saw her yesterday.  I wasn't sure what I was going to say to her 
yet, but I knew I'd come up with something to get me off the hook.  
The mile or so walk passed quickly.  The beach was again crowded 
and filled with plenty of scenery.  But unfortunately, there was no 
sign of Lucy anywhere.  I decided to spread out my towel and do 
some people watching, maybe she'd show up in a while.

About a half hour later I heard a voice from behind me call . . . 
"Hey Chris, is that you?"  I turned around.  "Oh fuck . . . it's that 
girl that I screwed a couple of weeks ago at that party."  I thought.  
"I was hoping that I wouldn't be running into her for a while. . . 
shit, what the hell was her name again?!"  I struggled to remember 
as she walked up to me.
"Hey Chris" she said smiling.  I tried to appear to have a hard time 
looking into the sun.
"It's me . . . Lisa."
"Hey Lisa!  How ya doing?  It's been a while."
"Well I've been keeping myself busy." She said.  "Hey, are you 
by yourself?  Mind if I join you and catch some sun?"
"No, not at all" I smiled.  Well, if I had to wait around, at least 
Lisa would provide some hot scenery for a while.  Even though I 
didn't remember her name, I did remember that she had one hell of 
a body under those clothes.  And I for one, couldn't wait to check it 
out again.  Besides, if Lucy didn't show up . . . I'm sure that I 
could set things up to fuck good old Lisa again tonight.  She was 
certainly dumb enough to fall for my crap before!  "Here, have a 
seat" I said while motioning to the ground next to me.  She spread 
out her towel and tossed her beach bag in the sand next to me.  As I 
glanced over at Lisa, I could hardly wait for her to strip down to 
her bathing suit.  We engaged in some small chat and remarked 
about what a beautiful day it was to just relax and catch some 
rays.  Lisa stood up and unzipped her jean shorts.  As she pulled 
them down, my eyes wandered to check out what I'd been looking 
forward to.  She was wearing a yellow bikini that contrasted 
brightly with her long tanned legs.  As she stood up and began to 
pull her shirt up over her head, my eyes became fixed upon her 
crotch which was at eye level and no more than a foot or two away.  
There was a glimpse of daylight in the shape of a little triangle 
between her legs that was right below her crotch.  Her flat stomach 
wiggled seductively as she pulled her shirt over her shoulders 
revealing a pair of breasts that her bikini top had to strain to cover.  
As she sat down on the towel, she gave me a little smirk that told 
me that she knew she'd just given me a show to make every 
hormone in my body light up like a Christmas tree.  It had 
definitely worked.  I could feel my penis beginning to swell.  In a 
few seconds, it was as hard as a rock.  All I could think of was 
fucking the shit out of her as soon as I could.  I gave her a smile 
back and trying to act in control said, "so, how long have you been 
coming to Sandypoint?"
"Well, my family started coming here when I was in High School.  
I got so attached, I've been coming back every summer since.  I 
think it's just the perfect place to relax" she said.
"That it is" I said while trying to cross my legs in a way to disguise 
my rock hard cock.
All of the sudden my right arm began to tingle.  It felt like hundreds 
of tiny needle pricks all over my arm simultaneously.  As I looked 
down I could swear that the hair on my hand was actually 
retracting back into my skin!  I did a double take.  My hand began 
to quiver.  I looked again to see the bones in my hand actually 
begin to move.  I could feel my hand contracting and becoming 
smaller.  At the same time, I saw my fingernails grow to double 
their length in just a few seconds!  Fortunately, Lisa was gazing off 
into the surf for a second or two and hadn't noticed my arm or the 
look on my face.
She turned to me and said, "care to go for a swim?"
I said "I'd love to in a few", my voice cracking, "but I need to run 
over to locker room for a minute.  I'll be right back ....."
With that I got up, keeping my arm out of her view and started to 
jog coolly over to the men's locker room at the pier.  When I was 
about halfway there I tried to pick up the pace a little but found 
that I couldn't because of the tingling sensation that was building 
in my legs. It was almost as if they had "fallen asleep" some how.  
As I stumbled into the locker room I felt as if my whole body were 
covered in ants.  I made my way to one of the enclosed shower 
stalls and slammed the door behind me.  I was feeling light headed 
and almost tripped over the threshold.  As I leaned forward to 
brace myself against the wall, I watched in horror as my now 
hairless arms began to shrink before my very eyes.  I could feel my 
muscles disintegrating and my bones compressing.  My legs 
quivered as I slumped to the floor unable to stand.  I could feel the 
mass of my once 220 pound frame evaporating with every second.  
I managed to stand and felt this incredible urge to stretch.  As I did 
though, just the opposite happened.  I could feel my spine compress 
as my body shrank. I threw my shoulders back and arched my back 
as my rib cage contracted forcing me to loose my breath.  When I 
dropped my head to catch my breath, long blonde hair fell in front 
of my eyes!  "God! . . . what was happening to me!"  I put my 
hands up to my face to see if what I was seeing was real.  As I 
grasped the hair and tried to look at it, my vision went blurry.  I 
put my hand to my face and felt my check bones raising.  My lips 
seemed to swell as my nose seemed to shrink.  I threw my 
shoulders back again and felt the vertebrae in my lower back curve 
inward in a way which made my ass more pronounced.  My hips 
felt as though they were being pulled apart, my bathing suit 
stretching to the point of almost ripping.  My ass seemed to swell 
as my waist constricted.  I was terrified and still had no idea of 
what was happening to me.  "Please" I thought, "make it stop!"  
But it didn't.  At this point I could feel a pressure building up in 
my chest.  I slipped my hands under my shirt and grasped my chest 
with both hands as the pressure increased to the point where I felt 
as though something was going to burst out of me. I felt my nipples 
enlarge as I gripped them tightly with my fingers.  I threw back my 
shoulders again and felt my hands filling as my chest pushed 
outward.  I was growing tits!  "Oh my god . . . this can't be 
happening!" I groaned as they swelled to become larger than my 
now tiny hands could hold.  The weight of them seemed immense!  
"I'm turning into a girl! ... this can't be ... oh my god!"  As my 
insides churned around and around, what I knew would be next 
finally happened.  My cock and balls were on fire!  I grabbed my 
crotch with both hands in desperation to try to keep my manhood, 
but it was no use.  I felt my penis implode, as if someone had a 
rubber band inside me and was pulling it inward.  The same for my 
balls.  I felt them being pulled up and inside me leaving behind not 
a trace of their previous existence.  My scrotum rearranged itself to 
form two folds of flesh which covered my newly formed vagina.  I 
reached down and could feel a smooth crotch where only a few 
moments ago was an eight inch throbbing cock and a pair of large 
balls.  "God . . . please help me!" I cried in a high pitched voice.  
My head began to spin as the pain subsided.  I was drained of 
energy and slumped to the floor passed out.

I awoke to the sounds of someone knocking at the shower door.  
"Hey . . . you all right in there" the man said in a concerned tone of 
voice.
"Yeah . . . I'm fin . . ." I began.  The high pitched sounds coming 
from my mouth jolted my memory back to reality.  I raised my 
hand in front of my face to hopefully convince myself that this was 
only a dream.  But what I saw only confirmed that this wasn't any 
dream, it was a nightmare!
"Hey lady . . . sure you're O.K.?  And do you know you're in the 
men's locker room? the man said.
 "I'm . . . O.K." I said meekly.  "Uh . . . I must not have looked 
where I was going.  I'm so embarrassed.  I'm really sorry."
I was panicked.  "I gotta get out of here" I thought.  So I opened 
the door with my head lowered and bolted for the exit.  The sounds 
of cat calls and four letter words filled the air as I ran for the door.  
"The car . . . I've gotta get to the car and get the fuck out of here!" 
I thought.  "Keys. I need my keys. Shit . . . they're over on my 
towel by Lisa."  As I looked in that direction I was relieved to see 
that Lisa was no longer sitting on her towel next to mine.  "Good.  
Maybe she's swimming or something."  I tried to walk casually 
back to the towels so as not to draw attention to myself.  But to no 
avail, the sight of a woman in a man's bathing suit wearing a skin 
tight T-shit without a bra was obviously enough to draw attention 
to me regardless of how natural I tried to seem.  "God knows what 
the hell I look like" I thought.  "Maybe I still have my old face or 
something . . ."  Panic set in again.  I quickly ran over to my towel, 
grabbed my stuff and started to head out to where my car was 
parked.  It seemed difficult to run.  The entire center of gravity of 
my body felt as if it had shifted.  I was tempted to stop and take a 
look at myself, but I was too afraid of what I knew I'd find.  
Shaking, I fumbled to get the key in the ignition.  I managed to 
start the car and slammed it into reverse.  I peeled out of the 
parking lot in a state of shock trying desperately to get home to a 
safe place to sort out what was happening.  I momentarily glanced 
in the rear view mirror and was tempted to look at my face.  But 
fear stopped me from doing so.  "Just get home . . . just get home" 
I kept telling myself.  "This can't be happening."

I finally arrived.  I waited for the garage door to shut behind me 
before getting out of the car.  Trembling, I opened the door, went 
inside and slammed the door shut behind me.  I was terrified, but I 
knew that I had to find a mirror and look at what had happened to 
me.  I paused before entering the bathroom, hoping that when I 
entered, everything would suddenly be back to normal.  I stepped 
in, turned on the light and wheeled to face my reflection.  "Oh my 
God . . ."  I was stunned at what was gazing back at me.  In 
disbelief, I hoped that when I moved, the reflection wouldn't 
respond.  But it did.  And it was painfully obvious that I was the 
reflection in the mirror.  An amazingly beautiful young woman 
stared back at me.  She was tall (about 5'-8" or so), thin, and had 
thick wavy blonde hair.  With tan skin setting off her radiant blue 
eyes, her features were the picture of sexual femininity.  As my 
eyes moved downward, two massive breasts stretched my white T-
shirt to its' limit.  I raised my delicate hands and placed one over 
each breast.  While squeezing them in a way as if to verify that 
they were real, I felt my two huge nipples become erect.  The 
sensation was familiar in a way, but much more sensitive and 
intense.  I grabbed my shirt at the waist and pulled it off over my 
head.  The sight of my jiggling breasts was staggering.  They were 
firm and perfectly shaped with nipples that turned up in just the 
slightest way.  I had tan lines too, one's that obviously belonged to 
a skimpy string bikini.  My eyes continued downward to see a 
perfectly flat stomach.  Below my tiny waist, my hips and ass were 
stretching my bathing suit to the max.  I slowly pulled down my 
swim suit and paused just above my crotch.  Again, somehow 
hoping that all would be as it was.  I finally mustered up the 
courage and pulled my suit down to the floor.  "Holy shit!" I 
thought as I glanced at the most perfectly shaped female crotch I'd 
ever seen.  I moved my hand through the sparse trimmed pubic hair 
and felt my fingers glide into a moist slit between my legs.  The 
sensation caused me to jerk back my hand in shock.  I turned 
around and looked in the mirror to see two, long, sexy, tanned legs 
stretching upward to become one with my new firm rounded ass.  
Again, string bikini tan lines were present accentuating the 
feminine shape of my pelvis, ass, and long legs.  As I tried to take 
in the whole scene of myself in the mirror, I began to cry.  How 
could this have been?  Somehow I'd been transformed into a 
beautiful, sexy young woman.  I didn't understand how or why.  
"Please God, please . . . help me" I cried.  "I don't want to be a 
woman . . . I'm a man!"  I ran back to the bedroom crying.  I fell 
on the bed, closed my eyes and hoped that I'd fall asleep.  Maybe 
I'd wake up and it would all somehow be over.

I awoke several hours later.  It was dark outside so I reached over 
to the night table to turn on the lamp.  Even before I turned on the 
light, I had confirmation that my situation was unchanged.  The 
weight of my breasts pulling on my chest was obvious from the 
moment that I sat up.  I flipped on the light and saw a piece of 
paper sitting next to the lamp.  The writing was in beautiful, black 
calligraphy.  A red wax seal in the shape of a gargoyle's head 
adorned the top center of the page.  I began to read it aloud . . .

"I Chris Stewart, being of sound mind and body, agree to this 
contract that will grant me my earthly desires as previously wished 
for at 12:00 A.M. on the night of June 10th, nineteen hundred and 
ninety six AD.  I realize that this contract is irrevocable and 
binding for all eternity.  I understand that my earthly desires will be 
met exactly as my wish states, and that the price I must pay to 
achieve these physical pleasures, is my soul.  I willingly sign this 
contract with the understanding that I am currently in the presence 
of the contract owner, who has identified himself to me as 'Satan, 
master of evil and darkness.' "

My signature, as I had signed it the other night, was scribbled in 
my own blood across the bottom of the page.  As I read the last of 
my name, the contract burst into flames.  I dropped it to the floor 
as it burned into a pile of ashes before my eyes.  As I stared in 
horror, I heard the sounds of smug laughter from behind me.  I 
quickly turned around to find Lucy sitting in a large reading chair 
near the window with her legs crossed and her arms propped 
causally on the armrests.  "You?! . . . but . . ." I managed to 
stutter.
"What's the matter my dear?  Can't catch your tongue?" she 
mockingly replied.  Her laughter began to fill the room once more.
"But . . . why . . . why did you do this to me?" I asked.
"Because that's what I do . . . collect souls . . . in turn for small 
favors of course."
"Favor!  You call this a favor you fucking bitch!  I never asked for 
this, and I certainly never agreed to give you my soul!" I screamed.  
"I didn't . . . don't even know who the fuck you are!"
She stood up and looked me in the eyes.  Smiling she said, "I told 
you that I was the devil and that I wanted your soul before you got 
what was coming to you.  Just because you didn't believe me . . . 
well, it's no concern of mine."
"But I didn't read that contract before I signed it." I pleaded.
"Details, details . . ." she said.
"Please, I don't understand . . . why have you turned me into a 
girl?" I mumbled.
"Let me explain it to you in black and white.  I've been watching 
you for years, hoping for a chance to teach you a lesson.  You've 
spent your entire life degrading woman.  You've always thought of 
them as objects, not as equals to men.  You've lied to them and 
mistreated them to get your own way.  You've never respected a 
woman in your life.  All you've ever wanted was to use them for 
your own satisfaction.  You used your own body to lure them into 
bed, and then when you were done, you humiliated them by 
discarding them like a piece of trash.  You see, your own actions 
put you in disfavor with the one you like to call 'God'.  And when 
you're in disfavor with him, you become fair game for me!  So a 
couple of days ago I heard a request . . . a request from you that I 
could hardly ignore.  Do you remember at midnight two nights 
ago?  You stood in front of a mirror in your bathroom, and 
referring to some girl named Jenny said, 'Damn, I'd give anything 
to get my hands on a body like that every time I felt like having 
sex'.  Well . . . when I heard that, I was only too happy to oblige!  
Now just think how convenient it will be for you.  Every time you 
want to have sex, you'll be able to get your hands on a 'body like 
that' . . . your own!"  Her laughter filled the room, almost echoing 
from all around me.
I slumped to the floor crying. "I don't want to be a woman, I'm a 
man!  Please . . . please, I'll do anything . . . just turn me back . . . 
please!"
"Stop sniveling . . . you make me sick!" she ordered.  "You've 
made your own bed, now sleep in it!"
"But this is so humiliating . . . please have mercy on me" I cried.
"Humiliating?!  If you think this is humiliating . . . just you wait! . 
. ."  A look of enlightenment came to her face, as if she had just 
come up with some sort of an idea. Then she waived her arm and 
pointed it at me.  I felt a chill run through my body.
"What have you done!?" I demanded.
With a strange smirk on her face she said, "I've decided to take 
you up on you plea.  Instead of leaving you in this body for the rest 
of your life, I've decided to only keep you in it for about half of 
your remaining years!" Her laughter filled the room once more.  I 
raised my hands over my ears and watched as she began to 
disappear into a cloud of thick black smoke.
"Please . . . wait, I don't understand!" I screamed in desperation.
As her image began to fade amongst her hideous laughter, she 
replied "You will my dear . . . you will!"
Paranoid and scared about what had just transpired, I sat back 
down on the bed to contemplate the loss of my soul and the state of 
my current predicament. I laid down and cried myself back to 
sleep, again hoping that it was all just a dream.

Morning came all too slowly.  I tossed and turned all night having 
all sorts of nightmares.  I finally awoke.  Hoping for the best, I 
slowly raised my hand to take a look at it.  No change.  "Fuck!" I 
yelled in disgust.  I sat up and tried to calm myself down a bit.  
"O.K.  Now just relax" I thought.  "Maybe I can try to make the 
best of this somehow.  I'm now sure how . . . but there must be a 
silver lining to look for somewhere.  I need to start making the best 
of this . . . besides, at least there is some small relief in sight for my 
misery.  I'll be getting my old body back at some point. Hopefully 
sooner than later."
I got up and went into the bathroom.  I had to urinate.  "This is so 
fucking humiliating.  To have to sit down to take a piss."  I did 
what I had to do, wiped  myself, and got up to look at my self in 
the mirror.  "Damn" I thought.  "Just looking at this body excites 
the hell out of me.  If I was still a guy, just the mere sight of it would 
probably make me cum."  I began to touch myself.  Closing my 
eyes, I imagined myself in my old body, feeling up this babe.  My 
body couldn't help but react.  I was getting horny and couldn't stop 
myself from masturbating.  Visions of me as a man screwing this 
beautiful woman filled my head as I felt my orgasm coming.  As it 
hit me, my fantasy was interrupted by the strange new sensations 
of being a woman.  My orgasm was so intense that I began to 
shake.  Waves of pleasure rolled over me as I moaned helplessly.  
"Holy shit . . . that was different." I thought.  As the effects finally 
wore off, something came to me.  Even though I had the body of a 
woman, I was still completely male inside.  I reflected on how I 
was the man in my fantasy as I was masturbating.  Everything I 
thought . . . everything I felt inside . . . was still 100% male.  All 
my sexual desires were still intact.  Thoughts of woman still 
excited me, and most definitely the thought of sexual contact with 
men still repulsed me to no end.  "Good . . . at least that bitch 
didn't make me a complete girl . . . I'd rather be a damn lesbian 
than ever touch a fucking guy!"  I thought for a moment and 
looking myself in the mirror said "Well . . . even though you're still a 
10 Chris . . . it's gonna be a bitch to get dates with the babes with 
those hooters attached to your chest. I just hope some of the gay 
ones are good looking that's all."  I shook my head in concern of 
my predicament.  My mind snapping back to reality, I decided to 
take a shower.  After drying off, I figured I'd better get dressed and 
try to figure out what to do with myself.  I went over to the dresser 
and opened up the drawer.  "Oh yeah" I thought.  "Looks like these 
won't be fitting me any more", as I lifted a pair of boxer shorts into 
the air.  "Guess that'll be the first thing I'll have to do, buy some 
clothes."  I rummaged through my drawers to find something to 
wear.  I thought that maybe a pair of jockey shorts might fit me.  
My wider hips and rounder ass stretched them out to their fullest.  
They weren't too uncomfortable though, except for all of the extra 
fabric between my legs.  But they were better than nothing.  
"Guess these will have to do."  I then decided on an old navy blue 
polo sweatshirt and a pair of stretch gray athletic shorts.  Even 
though they were big on me, at least I didn't look too out of place.  
"Now for this damn hair!"  Looking at the rats nest of a mane on 
my head, I decided to try to pull it back in a pony tail.  I found a 
large rubber band which seemed to do the trick pretty well.  "OK . 
. . just need some shoes."  Unfortunately, this was going to be a 
problem.  All I had were men's size 13's laying around.  "Hmmm . 
. . well I guess those sandals are going to have to do."  They really 
drew attention to me, but what else could I do.  I had to wear 
something on my feet.  I grabbed my wallet and my keys and 
headed out to the car.

The largest shopping mall around was about an hour south.  Even 
though there were some local shops in Sandypoint, I thought it best 
to make the drive.  "God knows what I'm going to have to buy."  I 
arrived, parked the car and made the long walk to the mall 
entrance.  Still self conscious about the way I looked, I could feel 
the eyes and men and woman, both staring at me as I walked by.  
"What the fuck are they looking at?" I thought. "I don't think that I 
look that bad."  But after a few more people walked by, the reason 
for the stares became apparent.  Even in my disheveled state of 
appearance, men were staring lustfully at me and women were 
giving me sneers of jealousy.  "Oh great!" I thought.  Thinking 
about those guys checking me out made me sick to my stomach.  
"Well I guess if I was them . . . I'd be looking too.  Just as long as 
they look and don't touch . . . maybe I can deal with it."  After the 
long walk to the door, something else became readily apparent.  
My tits bounced so much when I walked that they actually hurt.  
Not thinking of what I was doing, I grabbed them both through my 
sweatshirt and lifted them slightly to alleviate the pain for a second.  
Then I looked up and saw a couple of teenage boys grinning from 
ear to ear.  I turned beat red and tromped off completely 
embarrassed.  "Well . . . first stop . . . a shoe store."  I went to the 
directory and found a couple of women's shoe stores to check out.  
I opted for some white leather Keds, size 7.  I bought some socks 
as well.  I told the sales lady that I'd go ahead and wear them now 
and she could throw away the sandals.  "Wow that feels better to 
get some shoes on that fit." I thought.  With a sense of minor 
accomplishment, I set off to take care of the part I dreaded most.

I'd always wandered by the windows and casually looked inside.  
Just the sight of the place gave me a hard on.  But I  guess it was 
now my turn to actually do some shopping at Victoria's Secret.  
"Well if I'm going to buy underwear for myself, I might as well get 
some stuff that looks good."  I also knew that in a strange way, my 
still male mind was actually kind of turned on by the thought of 
buying some stuff there.  "Hope I'm not turning gay or 
something!" I thought.  I bit my lower lip and went inside.  After a 
few minutes of me looking lost, a beautiful young sales lady 
approached me.  "Can I help you find something?" she asked.  She 
looked in her early twenties, was about 5'-5", had long brown hair, 
and was beautifully proportioned.  "I'd like to get my hands on 
that" I thought.  As my eyes made their way up to hers, I noticed 
that she felt like I was checking her out.  I snapped out of my 
admiring state and embarrassingly said, "I'm sorry, you really 
reminded me of someone I know.  You're name's not Cathy 
Johnson by any chance is it?"
"No . . . sorry it's Jill Stevens" she said in a relieved tone.  "For a 
second there, I wasn't sure why you were staring at me!"
"I'm sorry" I said laughing.  "I didn't mean to scare you!"
She laughed along with me and said "Well you never know . . . so . 
. . how can I help you today?"
"Well" I said pausing while trying to think of something clever to 
say.  "We got here on vacation yesterday.  Unfortunately, my 
luggage got lost somewhere along the way.  So it looks like I'm 
going to need a little of everything."
"Oh that's terrible" she replied.  "I lost my luggage once too.  It 
really stinks.  I feel for you."  She pointed over to the corner and 
said "Well why don't we start over there.  What size bra do you 
wear?" she asked.
Trying to seem natural I said, "You know, I'm not really sure what 
size I need.  I ugh . . . my old ones were kind of tight before 
anyway."
"Well what size did you wear before?" she said.
Now I was trapped . . . better think fast I thought.  "Um, I think 
they were a 34c."
Giving me a strange look and saying sarcastically she said, "Well . 
. . I'm sure they were a little tight.  Whoever measured you before 
must not have known what they were doing . . . either that, or you 
suddenly grew a size or two!"  She smiled and laughed a little.
"Yeah" I thought. "I suddenly grew a bunch of sizes . . . in about 
15 seconds."
She handed me three or four different styles and said, "Why don't 
you give these a try, I'm sure you'll find some that fit better."  She 
looked over to the other side of the store and said, "Before you try 
those on, why don't we grab you some panties to try as well.  You 
look like a what . . . 5 or 7?"
"Uh" I stammered.  "Somewhere in-between I think."
"Well, I'll just get you some of both to try . . . it's easier that way . 
. . then you don't have to come back out and grab a different size.  
What do you prefer?  Cotton . . . silk . . . G-string . . . bikini . . . 
French cut?"
"I guess some of each" I said.
After grabbing an assortment of panties, she guided me to the 
dressing room in the rear of the store.  "I'll be back to check on 
you in a few" she said happily.
There were six dressing rooms.  Three on each side, and each one 
with a fabric curtain which could be drawn for privacy.  I walked 
to an open stall in the right corner, and as I turned to close my 
curtain, I noticed that the curtain of the stall across from me wasn't 
closed all of the way.  I looked inside to see a beautiful girl of 
around 18 in satin white bikini panties.  She was bending over to 
pick up a bra from the bench.  Her large breasts dangled in front of 
her as she leaned forward.  When she stood back up, they bounced 
in a seductive fashion which caused me to think, "Little does she 
know that there's a guy checking her out from about five feet 
away!  I'm living a fucking dream . . . she has no idea."  I felt 
myself getting aroused and thought, "I'd love to fuck you . . . you 
stupid bitch.  Only problem is that I'm a little short on equipment 
right now.  Wonder if she'd be into some lezbo action?"  I chuckled 
to myself and drew my curtain.  I took off my sweatshirt and 
shorts.  Looking at myself in the mirror turned me on even further.  
I slid my hand down the front of my jockey shorts and felt that my 
crotch was getting wet.  "Mmm . . . that feels good" I thought.  
After about a minute I stopped myself realizing that I'd better get 
back to the task at hand.  I turned around to pick out a bra.  After 
struggling to get one or two on, I discovered that I was nowhere 
close to a 34c.  Try a 36d.  "Well . . . at least they're as firm as 
could be" I proclaimed to myself.  I put the bras off to the side that 
I wanted to purchase and turned my attention toward the panties.  
Just as I was about to take off my jockey shorts, Jill slid open the 
curtains and said "So, how's it going?" I was standing there naked, 
with the exception of a pair of men's jockey shorts. 
"Hi . . . uh" I said.  I noticed the shock on her face to see me 
wearing men's underwear.  "Like I said . . .  my luggage got lost.  
So I had to borrow clothes from my brother until I went shopping.  
Unfortunately, that included these."  I tried to laugh and seem 
nonchalant about it.  Fortunately, she seemed amused by the whole 
situation.
"You know" she said jokingly, "they look pretty sexy on you . . . 
except for all that fabric bunching in the crotch.  Isn't that sort of 
uncomfortable?"
"Actually . . . I'm kind of used to them!" I said laughing.
"Well if there's anything else I can get you . . . just give a holler . . 
." she said.
"Thanks Jill.  I'll let you know."
She chuckled, closed the curtain and left me to finish trying on the 
panties.  As I tried them on.  I was aroused by the sensation of how 
they felt against my body.  The silkiness and skimpiness of them 
really turned me on.  There shape accentuated the femininity of my 
new body.  The crotch of the panties fit smoothly over a slight 
female bulge, where just a couple of days ago, hung a huge cock 
and a pair of balls.  As I looked at my reflection I thought, "Holy 
shit . . . I'm a fucking babe!"  I had this incredible urge to grab my 
cock and start jacking off.  The thought of cumming as a man 
because of what I saw before me was driving me crazy.  
Unfortunately, I was going to remain frustrated.  I sure as hell 
wasn't going to be whacking off any time soon.  Disgusted, I threw 
back on my clothes, and took the items I wanted out to the sales 
area to purchase them.
"Find something you like?" Jill asked.
"Yeah . . . I'll take these."  As I handed them to her, I noticed a 
smell that I'd experienced many times before, the aroma of my 
womanhood in the air.  "Great" I thought.  "I fucking soiled those 
panties while I was wearing them.  I hope she doesn't notice it 
while she's ringing them up."  Unfortunately, I could tell by the 
expression on her face that she did.  I was so embarrassed.  I kept 
my head down, paid for my stuff and took off as fast as I could.  
How humiliating I thought.  "Being a woman fucking sucks.  Who 
the hell wants to run around with smelly wet pants all the time!"  
Disgusted, I spent the next few hours buying an assortment of 
clothes, bathing suits, accessories, and makeup for as many 
occasions as I could think of.  Two thousand dollars later, I made 
my way back to the car looking like so many women I'd seen 
coming out of malls before . . .  carrying so many bags of stuff that 
they could hardly walk straight. I piled them in my trunk and 
decided to head back home.

On the way back, my stomach started rumbling.  I looked at my 
watch.  It was 3:30 and I hadn't eaten lunch yet.  I was starved, so 
I went to the drive-thru window at McDonalds.  As I was waiting 
at the window for the guy to get my drink, I snitched a fry.  
"Hmmm" I thought.  "Needs some salt."  When the guy gave me 
my drink I asked him for some extra salt.  He gave me a few 
packets and I drove away.  "Strange" I thought.  "I normally hate 
salt on my food."  But for some reason, I was having a craving for 
it now.  I dismissed it as insignificant and continued to drive back 
to Sandypoint.

As I glanced at my reflection in the rear view mirror I thought 
"God my hair looks like shit.  Maybe I should stop somewhere on 
the way and figure out how the hell I'm supposed to do something 
with this."  I stopped at a salon in a small shopping mall that I 
knew of just on the outskirts of town.  Fortunately, one of the 
women wasn't too busy and was more than happy to take care of 
me.  After untying my ponytail and looking at the cut of my hair, 
she told me that not much needed to be done to it.  She thought that 
it just needed to be washed and styled.  I told her that I was 
interested in something that was easy to maintain.  She responded 
by telling me that because I had such beautifully wavy hair, all I 
had to do was blow it dry and let it 'go natural'.  She assured me 
that such a look would be extremely attractive on me.  Well I didn't 
really care too much about the attractive part, but at least it 
sounded easy to keep.  So I agreed.  I watched closely at how she 
blew my hair dry trying to remember every nuance so I could do 
the same myself.  When she was done, I looked at my reflection 
and saw a different person staring back.  "God I look hot." I 
thought.  It was amazing how just a blow dryer could transform me 
into what I saw before me.  "Wow" I said. "Looks great."  I 
thanked her and asked were the restrooms were before I left.  She 
said that they didn't have one in the store for customers, but that 
there was a public restroom out in the mall.  I paid on the way out 
and made my way hurriedly toward the restrooms.  All I could 
think of was how badly I had to go.  As I opened the door and 
walked in, a man standing at the urinal gave me a strange look.  All 
of the sudden it dawned on me. "Shit . . . I'm so sorry," I said and 
ran back out the door.  I guess old habits are hard to break.  I 
paused for a second before entering and swallowed hard before 
entering the women's restroom.  When I walked around the corner 
I noticed a line.  "Great" I thought.  I looked like one of the three 
stalls was broken.  "Guess I'll have to wait."  As I stood there, 
again my male self became aroused.  I guess I'd always wanted to 
get a peak in the women's room, it's just that I never thought I'd 
have to use one!  I watched as the women went into the stalls, 
turned around and pulled down their pants.  The whole scene was 
getting me horny.  Even the sounds of the other woman urinating 
was getting me hot.  Each woman seemed to take forever.  I guess 
pulling down your pants, or nylons, or whatever was a real pain in 
the ass.  "Yet one more reason that being a woman sucks."  
Finally, it was my turn.  As I went into the stall and turned around 
to shut the door, I was surprised at how close the other women 
stood to the stall doors.  It almost seemed like they were trying to 
get you to hurry up.  I turned around, pulled down my shorts and 
squatted over the toilet.  "How fucking humiliating" I thought.  I 
wiped, pulled up my shorts and made my way back out into the 
mall.  I picked up a couple of things that I had forgotten before and 
then headed home.

I threw my bags on the floor and flopped down on the bed.  I was 
exhausted.  After resting for a couple of minutes, I decided to grab 
a bite in the kitchen.  I wasn't sure what I felt like, but I knew that 
I had a craving for something.  "Hmmm . . . nothing really looks 
good to me."  I finally settled on some saltine crackers and a Diet 
Coke.  I didn't really feel that hungry, so I was surprised to find 
that I unknowingly finished the entire box of crackers.  "Nice 
dinner" I thought sarcastically.  I spent the rest of the evening 
putting away my new things and watching some TV.  It seemed 
somehow that adjusting to this new lifestyle might not be as hard as 
I once thought.  And besides, I did have its perks.  I certainly could 
catch a glimpse of as many naked woman as I wanted.  How many 
guys could say that?  But perhaps I was just fooling myself. Trying 
to convince myself that things weren't that bad.  My mood seemed 
to change frequently from optimism to depression.  I guess that I 
should have expected that.  But all in all, I thought I was handling 
things pretty well.  As long as I didn't think about the loss of my 
soul to the devil that was.  I was ready for bed around 11:00 PM, 
but I was having another craving for something salty again.  
"Damn . . . what's with me today?!"  I scoured the kitchen looking 
for something to satisfy me.  I found nothing that would do so I 
ended up sprinkling salt on my fingers and licking it off.  "Shit . . . 
maybe I'm getting PMS or something . . . woman!"  Once satisfied, 
I finally wandered back to bed and fell asleep.  Around 2:00 AM I 
felt chilled and reached down to pull up the comforter.  I didn't 
notice that the reason for my discomfort was the presence of Lucy 
standing in the shadows of the corner of the room.  With a smile 
across her face and her eyes glistening fire red, she waved her arm 
and pointed at me once more.  I shivered momentarily and curled 
up in the fetal position to try to warm myself.  I drifted off to sleep 
and woke refreshed the next morning.

The bacon and eggs were sizzling.  I could hardly wait to dig in.  I 
doused my eggs with what seemed like an entire shaker of salt.  I 
even ended up putting more salt on my bacon.  I didn't care, I just 
knew that it tasted good to me for some strange reason.  After 
breakfast, I cleaned up and decided to head up to the pier.  "Maybe 
It'll be kind of fun to make an appearance on the beach as a bikini 
clad babe" I thought.  I went to the bedroom, threw my stuff in a 
beach bag, jumped in the car and headed off to the public beach at 
the pier.

"This time . . . make sure you don't wander into the men's room 
again." I thought as I walked up to the main building at the beach.  
I again paused before entering the woman's locker room. "This 
could be fun . . ." I could feel myself getting horny at the 
anticipation of entering.  I went in half expecting everyone to notice 
that I was really a guy, and that they would react accordingly.  But 
as I entered, the only stares I got were stares of jealous women 
wishing that they looked as good as I did.  My heart raced with 
excitement at the sight of seeing so many women without their 
clothes on.  "Fucking Tits 'R' Us!" I thought.  I made my way to a 
locker and put my stuff down.  A young girl was just getting out of 
the showers and had her things just a couple of lockers down from 
me.  "Excuse me" she said as she scooted by me.  "Sure" I said 
smiling.  As she bent over to pick up something from the bottom of 
her locker, I got the most arousing view of her pussy from behind.  
"Oh yeah! I'm gonna like this!  I can get a hard-on and nobody can 
ever tell . . . cool!" I thought.  I decided that I'd better get dressed 
before people realized that I was really here for the scenery.  So I 
opened my locker and began to undress.  I was uneasy about 
stripping in front of the other women.  Again, I almost expected 
them to realize that I was a man.  But as I pulled off my top and 
panties, nobody seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary.  
None gave me a second look.  "Good" I thought.  I pulled out a hot 
pink string bikini that I bought at the mall yesterday.   I bent down 
and stepped into the bottoms.  I pulled them up and adjusted them 
around my crotch and pulled the back out of my crack.  It felt 
strange to be wearing something so revealing.  "Quite a change 
from boxers!" I thought.  After fumbling for a couple of minutes 
with the top, the girl next to me remarked "Don't you just hate 
getting those things on?  They're such a pain in the butt."
I smiled back and agreed.  "I just don't seem to be able to get the 
back" I said.
"Here . . . let me give you a hand" she said.
I turned around as her soft hands intermittently touched my back 
and aroused me as she was tying my straps.  I turned around and 
said thanks.  She then remarked on how she wished she had a body 
like mine.  I chuckled and said "Hey . . . be careful what you wish 
for . . . you may not get exactly what you want."
She smiled and went back to getting dressed.  My tits were sitting 
kind of funny in my bikini top.  I grabbed my suit and pulled up on 
them with my fingers.  "There . . . that's better" I thought.  "These 
tits are even harder to get situated than my cock and balls were."  I 
shut my locker, grabbed my towel and decided to head out to the 
beach.

Every eye seemed to glare at me, both men and women starred in 
awe at my perfect female form.  I have to admit.  The attention was 
fun, but the stares of men really unnerved me.  I knew what they 
were thinking.  Hell, I still thought the same thing every time I 
looked in the mirror.  I didn't mind giving them a show, but it was 
certainly going to stop there.  I bought myself a salted pretzel and 
drink from one of the vendors and sat down on a bench to eat it.  I 
enjoyed people watching as dozens of people walked by.  It seemed 
like half of the men that walked by just had to say something to me.  
All the lewd stares, comments, and attention from them was really 
starting to bug me.  So I grabbed my things and decided to move 
on to a more quiet location.  A few minutes later I was walking 
along the boardwalk when I noticed an attractive man wearing a 
Speedo bathing suit walking my way.  As he came closer, my eyes 
became transfixed on the outline of the shape of his cock and balls 
behind his tight suit.  "Mmmm" I thought. "Looking good."  All of 
the sudden reality slapped me in the face.  I dropped my food as I 
jumped backward in disbelief as to the thoughts that just entered 
my head.  I sat down on a nearby bench, put my head down in my 
lap and began to shake.  "Holy shit . . . oh no . . . it can't be!  I 
can't be that . . . no!  That fucking bitch!"  It took me a couple of 
minutes to regain my composure.  When I did, I decided that I 
needed to get the hell out of here.  I took off in the direction of the 
locker rooms to get my stuff and head home.  As I walked back, I 
could feel something strange building inside of me.  Desires . . . 
cravings . . . desperation, all filled my mind like a whirlwind.  I 
could take it no longer.  I ran into one of the stalls in the locker 
room and slammed the door behind me.  I took off my bikini 
bottom which clung slightly to my wet pussy as I pulled it down.  I 
then thrust my fingers into my crotch and began to masturbate.  I 
was beyond the point of being able to stop myself.  My hand 
moved faster and faster until I could feel my orgasm building.  I 
shook as it hit me.  It felt so good, yet it was so frustrating.  Like 
my body wanting to ejaculate, but since I didn't have a cock 
anymore, I was left at the threshold of actual fulfillment.  "What 
the hell is happening to me!" I thought.  "What the shit is going 
through my mind!  That fucking bitch is making me gay!"

When I got home I started running in circles, screaming at the 
walls.  "Can you hear me?!  You bitch!  What the fuck are you 
doing to me!" I demanded.  I was interrupted by the sound of the 
phone ringing.  I picked it up. . . and before I could even say hello, 
I heard HER voice and that hideous laugh.
"Hello my dear" she said.  "What seems to be the problem?"
"You know what's the fucking matter!" I quipped.  "You think it's 
funny to turn me into a faggot or something?!"
"Oh hardly my dear . . . then you'd actually enjoy the acts that you 
were participating in.  That's much too good for your punishment" 
she said smugly.
"Then what the hell have you done to me?!" I asked in a scared 
tone.
"Why all I've done to you is to give you a little bit of a carnal 
craving . . . something that builds slowly over a couple of days, 
and then becomes so strong, that you'll have no choice but to 
indulge yourself in it" she said.  "Then for the fun part.  We get to 
start the whole cycle over again!  Now doesn't that sound like a 
good time?!"  She continued to laugh.
I was hysterical at this point.  "Craving?!  I don't understand.  
Cycle?  What do you mean?!"  But before I got any answers, the 
phone line went dead.  "No!" I screamed as I slammed down the 
receiver.  I was left in a rage with more questions left unanswered 
than I started with.  Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on 
your point of view, I was about to get all of the answers that I ever 
wanted in just a short while.

What happened next was all just a blur.  I spent the afternoon 
trying to understand and fight off urges and thoughts that were 
flying about my head.  The strength of them increasing as time 
went on.  I found these thoughts disgusting and completely 
humiliating, but yet for some strange reason I couldn't shake them.  
It was almost as if I was being compelled to want to do things that 
were totally against my will.  I didn't want to do them . . . hell, I 
didn't even want to think them . . . but as time went on, I became 
powerless.  At around 6:30 PM, I could no longer fight it, my mind 
screamed no . . . but I was like a drug addict . . . too weak and 
unable to stop myself.  So like some sex starved zombie, I got in 
the shower to get ready to go on the prowl for the night.  Thoughts 
of salty semen raced through my mind.  "Oh my God . . . that's 
why I've been overdosing on salt!"  My body was in search of 
something, and now I knew what!  I was horrified . . . but still I 
couldn't stop myself.  I got dried off and went to the bedroom and 
picked out the sexist outfit that I could find.  I put on a white satin 
G-string and black stockings.  The feel of the G-string tightly 
stretching over my pussy and riding up between the cheeks of my 
ass was exhilarating.  The sheerness of both fabrics against my 
skin only seemed to intensify my primal instincts.  Next I pulled a 
tight fitting, low cut, black cocktail dress over my head.  The short 
length made my long, thin legs look like they went on forever.  The 
dress clung to my hips and my ass like a second skin, almost 
leaving nothing to the imagination.  Since the top of the dress had a 
bit of a baggy fit to it, I decided to go braless.  Since the fabric was 
so light in weight, the imprint of my nipples and my jiggling 
cleavage became the focal point of my body.  With a pair of spiked 
black shoes, the look was complete.  I did my hair just as I'd seen 
the woman at the salon do it.  My long thick golden mane flowed 
softly with every move that I made.  I then applied my makeup and 
as a finishing touch, painted my inch long fingernails a deep shade 
of crimson. I sprayed perfume on my neck and wrists, and then 
giving myself a little smirk in the mirror, lifted the hem of my dress 
and sprayed some on my pussy.  After putting on a few pieces of  
jewelry, I glanced at the total package in the mirror.  My male self 
was in awe of what I saw.  I looked like a cross between a beauty 
queen and a porn star.  I could feel my inner male self almost 
orgasming at the sight.  Disgusted at what my body was making me 
do, I grabbed my purse and headed off to the nightclub.

The entire way there, I tried to turn around.  But there was no 
turning back.  I was craving it more and more each second.  I 
finally arrived at 'Breakers' and parked the car. "What the fuck am 
I doing?!" my mind screamed.  But it was no use.  As I walked in, 
my body screamed sex.  It felt like every eye in the place was 
looking at me.  I took a seat at the bar.
"What can I get you miss?" the bartender asked.
"Hmmm . . . how about something strong . . . like a White 
Russian." I purred.
"You got it" he said.
One thing was for sure, I sure as hell needed a drink!  As I sat there 
sipping it, I surveyed the room.  Half of me was admiring all the 
babes, but the other half of me was looking for something else.  I 
saw these two guys sitting at a table on the other side of the room.  
They were both really good looking and alone.  So I decided to 
walk across the room and toy with them a little.
"Hi guys" I said. "Would either of you care to dance?"
They both almost leapt from their seats to say yes.  "Easy guys . . . 
there's plenty of me to go around" I laughed.  I grabbed one of 
them by the hand and dragged him out on the dance floor.  With the 
music pounding and the alcohol starting to take effect, I felt my 
body temperature rise.  I found myself licking my lips as I glanced 
at the sight of the bulge in his pants.  A slow song came over the 
speakers next.  With the lights dimmed and both of us in a tight 
embrace, I guided his hand and placed it over one of my tits.  I 
could almost feel his cock explode through his pants.  I licked his 
ear gently, and as I blew in it said "I want you. and I want you 
now."  Without hesitation, he started to lead us toward the exit.  I 
paused and said, "what about your friend?"
He said "Oh . . . don't worry about him, he'll be fine."
"That's not what I meant" I said.  "I want him to come join us."
His eyes lit up with anticipation.  "Just a minute" he said.  He went 
over to his friend, whispered something in his ear and pointed over 
toward me.  The other guy stood up and both of them made their 
way back to me.  I smiled at them . . . then the three of us headed 
for the parking lot.

My compulsion was overwhelming.  My male half was just along 
for the sick and twisted ride.  "We're just over there" the man said 
pointing to a Chrysler Mini-van off in the back.  He open the door 
for me and said "Where would you like to go?"
I widened my eyes and said "Right here . . . right now."
The next thing I knew the three of us, who didn't even know each 
others names, were in the back of the van feeling each other up.  I 
could feel that my G-string was soaked between my legs.  There 
were hands all over me.  On my tits, on my pussy . . . my body was 
on fire.  I pulled my dress down over my shoulders to my waist, 
fully exposing my huge breasts.  Having them sucked on drove me 
crazy.  I couldn't take it any more.  The next thing I knew, both 
guys had their clothes off and my G-string was slung somewhere in 
the van.  I was on my knees when I felt a hot tongue on my pussy.  
"Oh my God" I thought.  I moaned like a slut.  What happened 
next will be forever etched in my mind.  I found myself leaning 
forward.  And as much as my mind screamed no . . . my body had 
a mind of its own.  I grabbed a cock in my hands and slammed my 
open mouth down over it.  Sucking it for all I was worth, I moaned 
with pleasure.  While I was giving this guy probably the best blow 
job of his life, I felt my ass being pulled up in the air.  I felt his 
hard cock drive deep within my pussy.  I screamed with pleasure.  
"Oh my God . . . don't stop . . . don't stop" I cried.  For what 
seemed like eternity, I knelt there being fucked from behind.  The 
force of his humping causing my dangling breasts to sway back 
and forth.  I continued sucking on the other guy's cock in hopes of 
getting them both off.  My body trembled with pleasure as the 
sounds of female moans, fucking, and sucking filled the air.  I felt 
my orgasm building when all of the sudden the guy fucking me 
slammed deep into my pussy.  When I felt his hot cum pumping 
into my vagina, I could put off my own orgasm no longer.  But as I 
tried to scream with pleasure, I felt the dick in my mouth tense up.  
All that came out of my mouth were the sounds of a young girl 
gagging on an 8" cock and a mouth full of cum.  I didn't want to 
loose a drop.  The hot salty cum was the best thing that I'd ever 
tasted.  So I continued licking and sucking his cock until he 
couldn't take it anymore.  All of us moaned with pleasure.  I sat up 
with my dress around my waist and my tits bare . . . cum dripping 
from my face . . . when all of the sudden I heard a cracking sound 
in my hand.  I looked down and saw the fingers on my hand 
starting to grow!  I remembered the feeling well.  "Holy shit I 
thought . . . I'm changing back!"  In a panic I said "thanks guys, 
but I gotta run."  I tried to pull up my dress as I ran from the van 
and tried to get to safety somewhere.  I managed to get to an ally a 
block or two from the club.  There I waited for the inevitable.

I felt the pain starting, but I must have blacked out.  When I 
awoke, I was back in my old body again.  "Thank God . . . thank 
you God . . . it's finally over."  As I looked down at myself, the 
ripped black dress and pantyhose reminded me of what I had just 
done.  Within seconds, I found myself throwing-up at the revolting 
thought of not only having sex with a man, but swallowing him 
cum like some thirst starved bimbo.  I was sick to my stomach, as 
the aftertaste of my vomit tasted like semen.  Once again causing 
me to get sick.  After about a half hour I managed to pull myself 
together.  I waited until it was well past 3:00 AM so that I could 
sneak back to my car without anyone seeing me in a dress.  
Fortunately I made it without incident.  I started up the car and 
drove home with a sense of relief in my mind.  "Thank God it's 
over" I said to myself.

Oddly enough, when I awoke late the next day, I could hardly 
remember the sensation of being in a woman's body.  I knew that I 
was . . . and I certainly had vivid memories of what I did.  But no 
physical remembrance as to what it felt like to be a woman.  It 
truly seemed that I was back to my old self again after that 
degrading, humiliating experience.  I even found myself back to my 
old ways, I was already thinking about fucking some girl as soon 
as I could.  "It'll be nice to do the giving this time in stead of the 
receiving" I chuckled to myself.  Just then the door bell rang.  I 
hurried over and opened the door.  "Jenny . . . what a surprise.  
Come on in.  What are you doing out here today?"
"Hi Chris" she gave me a peck on the cheek.  "I was out doing 
some errands and thought I'd stop by and say hi."
"Well I'm glad you did.  Come on in."  I motioned for her to enter.  
As she came in, she dropped her car keys by mistake on the floor.
"Oops" she said. "I'll get them."
As she bent over to pick up the keys, I caught a clear view look at 
her magnificent tits through the loose neckline of her blouse.  The 
sight of that braless chest caused my dick to harden like a rock.  As I 
felt it swelling I thought  "Ah . . . now there's a sensation that I 
missed!"  As she stood up, I heard a cracking sound.  "Were those 
your knees cracking?" I said.
"No . . . not mine" she said.
As I heard it the second time, I also felt it!  My spine was starting 
to shrink again.  "Holy shit!   Not again!" I thought.  I panicked 
because I didn't want Jenny to see what was happening.  "Jenny" 
my voice starting to crack,  "I hate to do this to you . . . but I'm not 
feeling too good right now . . . you really better go."
"But . . . I don't understand . . ." she said
"Sorry, please just go . . . I'll call you . . . please."  With that I 
pushed her out the door and turned to run back to the bedroom.  I 
was screaming so loud "No . . . No . . .this can't be!" that I almost 
didn't hear the telephone ringing.  I don't know why, but I picked it 
up.  As I did the hideous sounds of laughter filled the room.  "No!" 
I screamed.  "Why are you doing this again to me?!"
"I guess you don't get it yet my dear . . . this is a cycle.  A cycle 
that repeats itself every couple of days . . . every couple of days for 
the rest of your life!  Just think how fun it will be Chris . . . every 
time you get a hard on it will shrivel up and you'll start sprouting 
tits!  You will have transformed into your own image of what a 
woman truly is . . . some cheap, cock sucking slut with huge tits 
and a love for the taste of semen!  And every time you swallow 
some, you'll turn back into your male self . . . just in time to get 
another hard on and do it all again!  Don't you see . . . It's an 
endless cycle!"
Her insidious laughter once again echoed through the room and 
into my head.  Tits exploded from my chest, popping buttons off 
my shirt as they grew.  I reached down to my crotch in time to feel 
my cock and balls being sucked back into my body.  I fell to the 
floor screaming "Nooooooooo! . . . Nooooooooo!" over and over 
again . . . sounds of laughter still ringing in my ears.