by: RoundHouseKick
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| Rating: X Add Review Added: 05/23/2007 |
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| Synopsis: A business man known for degrading women is punished by transformed into one by a sorceress. However, the change proves to not be much of a punishment as he quickly learns to accept his new life as Aylar. |
| Categories: Age Regression Bad Boy to Good Girl Cultural Change Magical Transformations |
| Keywords: Autobiographical Use of Sex Toys |
Aylar: A New Beginning
I was a big shot business executive. I had it all. Money. Power. Women.
Everything was going great, at least it was until the new cleaning lady
showed up at the office. After that, things were very, VERY different. My
life would never be the same.
It was a typical Wednesday morning, drove to work in my Porsche, and
spent the morning in meetings at the office. Leaving the budget meeting I
ran into Cindy, my boss' secretary. She's cute- nice body, c cups,
shoulder length brown hair, and furthermore, she's always had a thing for
me. We made plans to get together when we got off work and went on our
way.
Back at my desk I continued with the regular job stuff, making phone
calls, talking to clients, doing paper work, signing off on things I
never read, just another day really. Then at 2:30 I had an appointment
with one of the firm's biggest clients- Madame Francesca Perrault, the
wife of a French millionaire who made his fortune in military weaponry,
which is quite ironic coming from France and all. Regardless, their
continued patronage would make or break the company, and there was no way
I could afford to blow this deal.
Entering, Francesca was wearing a white mink coat and a short skirt,
incredibly sexy with her long smooth legs and jet black hair. Covered in
diamonds from head to toe, she sat in front of my desk. "I trust you have
taken care of the finances for the expansion?" she asked in her
incredibly arousing accent.
"Of course, all the necessary funds have been transferred accordingly and
by the end of the month we are going from rich people, to very rich
people," I told her, as I pulled a cigar from my breast pocket.
"I just wish there was some way I could repay you for your troubles," she
said as she stood and came around the desk.
I could see in her eyes what she had in mind. Her husband was a very
successful man, and in turn, a very busy man and she had not been getting
enough attention at home. Her hand now rested on my knee, as she bent
down, now kneeling, lowered her head to my crotch. Freeing my penis from
my pants, she put her lipstick painted lips onto it and performed what
was hands down, the best oral sex I had ever received. After about 20
minutes, she climbed to her feet, winked at me, and proceeded to the
door. 2 minutes later it was right back to work. To most it may seem like
a lucky day. But like I said- money, power, and women. It was just
another day.
The rest of the afternoon was pretty uneventful. All my meetings were
done for the day, I was just killing time until 5:30 when I would meet
Cindy in the conference room. Everyone else would be out of there at 5
and we would have all the privacy we needed. At 25 past I made my way
down the hall to the conference room, complete with a huge, sturdy table
that I had implemented quite a few times before. Waiting for me already
was Cindy, who sat in the CEO's chair wearing a trench coat. When I
locked to door behind me, the coat came off and revealed her naked body.
She was fairly pale, didn't go tanning like most of the other women in
the office who relied on sex appeal to get ahead. Her body was tight, not
even an ounce of fat. Wrapping my arms around her, she removed my
clothing and we had sex right there on the table. She was good, but I'd
had better. 3 hours passed before she finally left, and I had a cigar
before leaving the room. At 9:00 I walked out, and grabbed my briefcase
to start on my way home.
Waiting for the elevator, I heard a sudden scream, more like yelling. I
didn't understand what was being said but it was a tantrum being expelled
by the Spanish cleaning lady who just started, no doubt upset about the
mess Cindy and I just left in the room that she had already cleaned. And
part of me felt she was right to be pissed, but it was late, I was tired
and didn't pay it much mind, as I pushed the button again to try to speed
up the elevator. As she came towards me she continued to yell, but did no
good because I didn't understand. Pointing to me, she sneered angrily,
"Aylar! Aylar!"
No idea what she was yapping, I politely replied, "Yes, you have nice
shoes, too." And hopped in the elevator and slowly descended away from
her down to my car.
I arrived back at my apartment about 9:30. Tired and smelling of sex, I
hopped in the shower. Getting out and wrapping the towel around my waist,
I felt this sudden feeling of fatigue. Thinking quickly, I staggered to
my bed before I collapsed on top of the comforter.
That was when I had the strangest dream. I saw myself sitting in front of
a fire, with the sound of tribal drums all around me, starting slow then
growing to a rapid beat, before slowing again. Around me danced what
looked to be Spanish women who moved in unison to the rhythm of the
drums. That was when I saw her. The cleaning woman, standing in front of
me, opposite side of the fire, naked with her hands outstretched and
raised. Cultural beads draped over her neck. The other women looked to
her with great respect. Looking to the sky, she spoke softly, "Aylar."
Without moving, I sat and watched as she raised her voice, "Aylar. Aylar.
AYLAR." Then screaming that word, "AYLAR!" Thunder crashed and lightning
lit up the sky. Looking to me, she smiled, and without saying a word,
moved her lips, saying solely to me, "Aylar."
I opened my eyes to the sun shining through the window. Stretching, I
heard a voice with a Hispanic accent from across the room, "Aylar,
awake." Jumping to my feet, still naked, I saw the cleaning woman sitting
in my rocking chair. "What the hell are you doing in here?" I questioned,
absolutely shocked to see her. To which she said, "Cleaning. Now get
dressed, or you'll be late for work."
Turning to the clock I saw it was already 7:27, I had an hour to get
dressed and get to work, and I had a meeting with a very important
prospective client, and failing to report would probably result in me not
having a job anymore. There were dozens of people that could do my job
just as well as me and I was easily replaceable. Forgetting the Spanish
woman was in my apartment, I read across the bedroom and hopped in the
shower.
While quickly scrubbing and soaping down, I felt an intense pain in my
abdomen. Doubling over, I fell out of the shower. Climbing to my feet I
stared into the mirror. Appearing behind me was the cleaning woman, who
put her hands on the back of my shoulders and said, "No longer will you
womanize, no longer will you make a mess. You are Aylar." Before I could
answer to her, I could see in my reflection that my beard was gone. I
hadn't shaved, but I had no facial hair whatsoever. Then I noticed my
hair. My brown crew cut began to slowly grow in length. Within seconds it
was down to my shoulders.
As I was panicking, it extended half way down my back before coming to a
halt. The woman smiled as I saw the hair on my arms and legs had
completely receded into my skin, which became smooth and silky all over
my body, no longer dry and callous as it had been only moments before.
The pain was gone, but I stood disbelief and amazement at the other
changes taking place. My shoulders narrowed in, and my gut was pulled in.
Within seconds I didn't have an ounce of fat on me. My hairless legs grew
about 3 inches, were smooth, and went all the way up to my thighs. My
feet reduced in size, and I almost fell over, but caught myself by
latching onto the counter.
Looking down, I saw my arms had also changed, becoming much thinner and
not nearly as muscular as they were before. My fingers became thinner,
and my nails grew nearly a half inch in length, with a healthy shine to
them. I was so confused and horrified, I didn't know how to react. As my
hair color lightened, I looked down to something that I just did not know
how to react to. Suddenly overwhelmed by an intense pleasure, my penis
grew erect and immediately ejaculated on the cabinet door. Reaching for a
towel on the rack, I was interrupted when my penis began shrinking
rapidly and was sucked into my body, literally pulled inside. First the
shaft, then the testicles.
Lowering my hand, I could feel that the male genitalia was gone and had
somehow been replaced by a vagina, complete with an easily stimulated
clitoris. It was then the thought first entered my mind that I was
becoming a woman, how it was possible I had no idea. As my hips changed
in shape, I could feel but butt change as well. I had no ass to begin
with, but before I knew it, my butt could rival JLo's as it grew out big
enough to easily support a glass. As weird as all this was, it hadn't
prepared me for what was about to happen. My areolas grew in size, almost
as large as pepperonis on my flat, still manly chest. With a stretching
sound, my what had to have been breasts started taking shape.
About this time I began to accept the way my body was changing. I can't
explain it really, I didn't want to be a woman, but the feeling of change
was something so different, so extraordinary that I just wanted it to
embrace me. And embrace it did as my boobs continued to grow still. I
couldn't believe it. The B cup came and gone, and soon grew through the
C, to a D, when they seemed to stop. Feeling my new perky tits with my
hand, I looked in the mirror to see that my hair was now a thick golden
blonde, so rich and beautiful in color. As I ran my feminine hands
through its lush, curly locks, my breasts began growing again. At DD's I
equaled the largest bust of any woman I had been with, and still they did
not stop.
Maxing out at an EE cup, I stood in awe as I saw my now, fully formed
body, a beautiful knockout. My skin was a rich cream color and smooth. I
had an hour glass figure that was to die for. My face was clear, free of
wrinkles, my lips were full, sexy and pouting lips were enough to bring
any man to his knees. Below the left corner of my mouth was a small mole,
a perfectly positioned beauty mark. The blonde hair and light skin left
me without question. Confirming what I was thinking was the cleaning
woman, who leaned over my shoulder and whispered, "You are German
descent. You are 23 years. You are Aylar."
Walking out of the bathroom in my new form, I saw that all my clothes
were gone, and replaced with female clothing. My apartment wasn't as
dirty as it was, but rather was clean and decorated as if a woman had
been living there all along. Looking at the clock, it was noon time. What
seemed like only a few minutes was hours. The answering machine was
flashing. Hitting play, I heard the message from Cindy asking where I
was, why I had blown off the meeting earlier that morning, and even
worse, to tell me not to come back. Any other day I would have been
devastated, but how could I explain to them or anyone for that matter
what had happened? Could they believe? Could they even know? I decided it
was best to cut all ties and live my new life as Aylar.
Walking to the door, I wrapped my arms around the cleaning woman, hugged
her and I thanked her for the new life she has given me. Reaching into a
bag, she removed an object I had heard of by never used. It was 7 inches
long, pink, and made of some type of rubber or latex. It was my first
dildo. I smiled. She smiled back and went out the door. Turning she said,
"It's not over," then vanished into the hallway. I had no idea what that
meant, but I closed the door and went back to the bedroom.
With the sex toy in my right hand, I began stroking it with the left. I
don't know why it surprised me that I was turned on by it, but
nonetheless, I raised it to my mouth and understood how Madame Francesca
must have felt. As my vagina grew moist, the sex drive grew. For the next
20 minutes I masturbated and felt pleasures I never knew. The woman was
right. It wasn't over. There is a whole new world out there that is
calling my name.
As a man I had money. I had power. And I had women. Now I am a woman. I
don't know what I'm going to do about money, but I have a whole new power
I can't wait to put to good use. Life is going to be very different, but
I'm not worried about it. After all, I am beautiful, I am sexy, and I am
Aylar.