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Turned
by Jennifer White
"...and so that's how I know he's always dressing up in my things" said
Sherry.
"You poor thing" said Joyce, taking a sip of her hot herbal tea. Sherry
took a sip too.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to get some tea bags from you. This is
really soothing, and nothing has calmed my nerves like this. Tranquilizers
don't work on me anymore, it seems."
"Sure things Sherry" said Joyce. "But you can't share it with anyone.
This is something special, that I've used my powers on."
Sherry nodded. She was glad to have a girlfriend who had sorceress
powers. She had never asked her for anything before, other than being a
friend. But now, she had a need that only Joyce could help her with.
"I can help you with your husband" said Joyce. "How long have you been
married to Mark? Five years now?"
"Five and a half."
"And when did you discover that he was dressing up in your things?"
"I should have known when we were dating. Now that I look back, I see
little things that should have added up. But it was only this month that I
knew for sure. But I'm afraid to confront him with it. He likes to dress up
as a woman, but emotionally, he's all man. If I get on him about anything,
he just clams up, and doesn't want to talk."
"I think that this situation is something where I will consent to use my
magic" said Joyce. "What he needs, is to understand what it is like to
*really* be a woman. I'll need some time to prepare things. Go home now, and
take a nice nap. Come to me tomorrow, and bring me an outfit of yours.
Something he'll find irresistible to wear. I'll take care of everything for
you."
"Thank you so much. I'm so sorry to have to ask this of you, I...."
"Shhh" said Joyce. "That's what friends are for."
* * *
Sherry laid the outfit out on the bed. She couldn't believe that these
clothes contained a magic spell! But Joyce assured her that everything would
work out. When everything was in place, she took out the ring that Joyce had
given her. She slipped it on her finger, as she looked at herself in the
mirror. She could not believe what she saw: nothing!
The ring gave her a cloak of invisibility. Mark would be in the room with
her, but he'd never see her. Joyce told her that if she whispered to him,
he'd hear her, but not on the physical level. It would be as if her voice
was talking right to his mind. She wouldn't do that unless she had to
though. She wanted him to decide to dress himself up. Then it would all be
his fault.
Right on schedule, Mark arrived. Sherry had parked her car on the next
block, so he would think she wasn't home. She heard footsteps on the
stairway, and then saw Mark enter the room. For a moment, Sherry was unsure
of herself: what if he could see her? But Joyce's magic was true, and he saw
no trace of her at all as he walked into the room.
Just as she expected, his eyes turned towards the outfit that she had
laid out on the bed. Mark looked around, then closed the door. He went to
the window, and drew the curtains. The room was dim now, so he turned on a
light. Nobody would be able to see what he was about to do.
Mark took his clothes off, tossing them carelessly into a pile on the
floor. Sherry had to suppress the urge to walk over and fold up his pants,
so they wouldn't get all wrinkled from laying in a pile. She took a deep
breath, and stood where she was, so she'd get a good look at what went on.
Mark started by picking up the panties that were laying there on the bed,
next to the clothes. To him, they looked like an ordinary pair of frilly
white panties, with high cut legs and lacy trim. They were irresistible to
him, and he *had* to wear them.
But they were no ordinary panties: they had been endowed with powers,
thanks to the spells that Joyce had cast upon them. He of course had no way
to know this, and he casually slipped them on. As soon as they were in
place, the spell began, although as part of the magic, Joyce had made things
so that he wouldn't even notice, until it was too late.
The spell in the panties began its work on Mark immediately. As he put
them on, he had become very hard, and there was quite a bulge in them. But
as Sherry watched, unseen from just a few feet away, the unsightly bulge got
smaller and smaller, until it was completely gone. Now there was only a soft
mound under the panties, making them lie just the way they should on a
woman.
Mark still felt extremely aroused. But it was *female* arousal he felt
now. Blood was flowing to the new clit that had formed where once his penis
had been. Instead of getting hard, he was starting to get *wet*, although
the magic prevented him from noticing the difference.
He had a pussy now, from wearing the panties, and he didn't even know it!
He went next for the bra.
Mark picked it up, and Sherry was amazed at the ease with which he put it
on. He had clearly worn one dozens and dozens of times before. He fastened
the clasps behind his back with the expertise of a woman, not the clumsy
pawing of a man.
Now he went to his underwear drawer, and pulled out a pile of boxers. He
stuffed some into the left bra cup, and then an equal amount into the right
one. He shaped the piles a bit with his hands, until the looked more even.
There were some bumps, because of the thin material in the bra cups. This
was no padded bar. It was a sheer thin stretch material, with a lacy
pattern.
As Sherry watched, the rough edges of the piles under the bra cups
started to melt away. And at the very top, the outline of a large, hard
nipple started to show through. Just as the panties had transformed Mark's
penis into a pussy, the bra had made boobs form on his chest.
He didn't notice this either, nor did he notice how the hairs on his
chest were fading away, becoming finer and finer, disappearing from view. He
now had real boobs, D-cups, based on how he had stuffed the bra so full, and
he had a wet pussy in his panties. But his mind only thought of the clothes
he was about to put on.
Next to the outfit was a pair of control top pantyhose. They were tan
colored, and somewhat sheer. He carefully rolled them up, showing Sherry
that he had worn them many times as well. He already knew how to put them on
without causing a run. He slid them up his legs, and let go the top with a
snap once it was firmly in place.
Normally, control top pantyhose would help hide your tummy a little, and
hug your curves. But Mark didn't have curves... yet. Sherry smiled as the
pantyhose went to work on his body. Slowly but surely, things began to
change, as his hips started to get wider, while his tummy grew narrower.
The pantyhose already laid perfectly flat in front, where he had a pussy.
But now in the back, his rear end started to become rounder, and shaped just
like that of a sexy woman. His hips continued to widen, even as his legs
started to loose their muscular male shape, and began to look long and
smooth, with the small flexible muscles of a woman.
Even the hairs on his legs started to disappear, so now he looked really
good in the pantyhose. He didn't realize it, but from the bellybutton on
down, he was already completely female. Even inside his body, out of
Sherry's sight, he now had ovaries, a uterus, and everything. Only his face
and upper body gave away the fact that he was still partly a man.
Even with the drastic changes, Mark couldn't sense how he had changed.
Joyce's spell made him see himself in the "normal" way, as a man dressing in
women's clothing. Now it was time to put on the blouse. It was white, with
frilly cuffs and a frill running down the middle. There was lace trim,
including on the collar. He pulled it on, and buttoned it up. It felt soft
and silky to him, even as it started to alter his upper body.
His shoulders were becoming smaller by the moment. Instead of the blocky
hard ones of a man, they became soft and supple. His arms became slender
too, his large muscles becoming flexible wiry, like those in his legs. Even
his hands were becoming smaller now, his fingers finer, and the nails at the
ends of them long and perfectly shaped into ovals.
Mark felt an electric thrill, as he picked up the blue chalkstriped
pencil skirt to complete the outfit. He pulled it up, and it fit perfectly,
the very narrow waist closing around him. It should have occurred to him
that a man with a 32 inch waistline couldn't possibly fit into that narrow
of a skirt. And it should not flow over curves so wonderfully, as this one
was doing. But he couldn't notice, he still saw himself as a man in the
mirror.
Now Mark's head was the last manly looking thing on him; the rest was all
woman. This would easily be fixed by wearing a necklace that Joyce had
blessed with her spell. But now Sherry needed to nudge him to put it on.
"This outfit really needs a necklace" she whispered into his ear. "I
really want to wear that one on the dresser."
Although she spoke the words, while she wore the ring, the words she said
seemed to come inside from Mark's head. He didn't realize that it was *her*
speaking; he thought that it was his own idea! He picked up the necklace,
and fastened it behind his head.
Even before he let go, his hair was already becoming longer, full and
thick. His nose was rapidly shrinking, become fine and long. His cheekbones
were more prominent now, his lips full and pouty, and his eyes becoming blue
and sultry.
Mindlessly, he brushed his long hair, as Sherry whispered into his ear.
"I've got to put on makeup" she said. "I feel so naked without it."
Mark hummed as he started to put on makeup with an expert touch. He used
a light foundation, blush on his cheeks, mascara, eyeliner, a touch of
sparkly gold on his eyelids, and moist glimmery pink on his lips. He admired
how he looked. He didn't realize that he had completely transformed, and now
he was a woman, in every way.
It was time for Sherry to reveal herself, and to take full control of
him.
"I need to put on Sherry's ring" she whispered. "I can't even breathe if
I don't have it!"
As these thoughts entered Mark's mind, she slipped the ring off, and
stepped forward. He looked at her, gasping for breath.
"You want this, don't you?" she said, offering the ring to him.
He nodded his head vigorously, taking the ring from her. It was far too
small for his old fingers; but with his new petite feminine hand, it slipped
on easily. He was finally able to take a breath, and he looked up gratefully
at Sherry.
"Thank you" he said in a high pitched voice. A female voice.
"You're quite welcome, Andrea" she replied.
Suddenly, it hit Mark. He was all dressed up in Sherry's clothes, and
here she was, looking at him! She had caught him in the act of dressing up!
Oh no! And she had called him.... Andrea. The name echoed in his head.
Andrea. Andrea. She had called him Andrea. Andrea. That was his name. He was
Andrea.
"You look very pretty Andrea" said Sherry.
"Thank you" replied *Andrea*. The name Mark was forgotten; that name no
longer held any meaning for him.
Andrea was blushing however. He had been caught red-handed.
"I'm so sorry Sherry" he said.
"About what, dear?" she asked.
"About dressing up in your clothes. I didn't mean for you to ever see me
like this."
Sherry looked and Andrea and smiled.
"There is nothing to be ashamed of" she said. "It is okay for you to wear
my clothes. After all, you are my girlfriend."
"I am your girlfriend" said Andrea.
Girlfriend. A friend who is a girl. Or the girl who is dating someone.
Girlfriend. He was Sherry's girlfriend. She had said so. Girlfriend. Him.
But a man couldn't be a girlfriend.... only a female could. But Sherry had
called him 'girlfriend'. He was her girlfriend, so he must be a girl. *She*
must be a girl. She was a girl. She, Andrea, was a girl!
Sherry smiled as she watched the woman in front of her come to terms with
the fact that she was now female. It was time for her to discover her new
body.
"Look how well your blouse shows off your big boobs" she said. "They look
so big, so full and firm."
Andrea put *her* hands onto *her* boobs.
"I have boobs!" she exclaimed, as she felt them. It wasn't a pile of
boxers stuffing her bra full, it was a pair of boobs on her chest! She was
stacked now. She had real breasts. A wonderful large pair.
That send a chill down Andrea's spine. If she had real breasts.... she
reached down, feeling her firm flat tummy. For the first time, she noticed
how wide her hips were compared to her tummy, and how flat her skirt laid on
her. So flat in fact, that there was nothing under it at all anymore.
"That's right Andrea. You *are* a woman now" said Sherry. "You have a
pussy."
"I have a pussy" replied Andrea, as her mind reeled. She was a woman. She
was a woman. A real woman. She had boobs. She had a pussy. She was a woman
now. A woman!
"Go to the mirror, and look at yourself" said Sherry. "Look how pretty
you have become."
Andrea touched her hand to her face. No! It could not be real! She saw a
pretty woman in the mirror, with soft skin, long hair, pouty lips, a full
bosom, curves, long legs, and everything. That woman in the mirror was her!
She had become a woman! She was a woman now. A real woman.
"I....." she started to say, but now she noticed her new voice. She
noticed everything. The spell that had kept her from noting the changes had
been lifted, and now she came to the full realization that everything had
changed. She now occupied a female body. She was a woman now, in ever way.
She looked up at Sherry, terrified.
"You will find that you are *mine* now" said Sherry. "I control your very
thoughts. You will do whatever I tell you to do. Take off your clothes
Andrea, so you can see all of your new body."
Even before she completed the sentence, Andrea was hurrying to get out of
her clothes so she could see her new body. It was as if Sherry's orders were
her own deepest desires. There was no question of resisting; as Sherry told
her to do it, she did it. There could be no other way. It was total,
complete control.
She took off her skirt, and neatly folded it as she laid it on the bed.
She did the same with her blouse. The removed her pantyhose, and then pulled
off her panties. She admired the neatly shaved hair she had down there,
shaped into a small rectangle.
Then she reached back and undid her bra. She felt the weight come off her
shoulders, and felt her boobs sag a bit as they were released from the
supporting cups of the bra. Her nipples were hard, poking out, standing
erect. She went to the mirror, and admired her new feminine body.
Sherry was busy taking off her own clothes. She walked over to Andrea,
and kissed her on the lips, putting her hands onto Andrea's full breasts.
Sherry pinched her nipples gently, twisting them a big, causing Andrea to
feel new sensations she never imagined.
Andrea gasped as Sherry kissed her neck, then her ear, and then gave her
another full kiss. Her body was quivering all over, as Sherry expertly used
her hands to touch her in all the right ways to turn her on. Andrea had no
idea what it felt like for a woman to feel a full arousal; now she was so
taken aback that she couldn't even speak.
She was completely powerless as Sherry started to play with her large
erect nipples. She used her hand on the left one, then put her mouth around
the one on the right, and started to suck. She used her teeth to nip Andea's
nipple a bit, sending her into a fit of giggles.
Then Sherry took her finger, and started to tease Andrea around her new
labia. She ran her fingers through the small rectangle of hair above
Andrea's new pussy. Then at last, her finger moved in between the lips of
Andrea's labia, and brushed against the hood of flesh around her clit.
"Oooh!" squealed Andrea, feeling the new sensation of having her clit
touched.
Sherry knew that Andrea was ready. She could feel the wetness inside her
pussy. Sherry fell to her knees, stuck out her tongue, and licked Andrea's
labia from bottom to top. She kept her tongue at the top, and started to
work it inside, until it found Andrea's clit. Her tongue danced, as her
fingers tweaked Andrea's nipples, occasionally cupping around her large full
breasts.
Andrea was in heaven. She started to let out uncontrollable moans, with
the occasional shriek as orgasm after orgasm tore through her. It was like
an electrical storm in her brain, making it impossible to control herself or
her emotions. She went crazy, squirming, breathing hard, her tummy shaking
uncontrollably, her head tossing back, and her eyes rolling back up into her
head as she was lost in the full onslaught of yet another female orgasm.
Now Sherry upped the stimulation yet again, sticking two fingers up into
Andrea's moist receptive pussy. She moved her fingertips along the wall of
Andrea's vagina, feeling the walnut-like texture. At last, she found what
she was looking for: the little bump at the top, where she applied just the
right pressure, until she was able to fire off Andrea's so-called "g spot",
sending her into an even deeper pleasure.
When at last she stopped, Andrea covered her mouth with her hands. She
was completely stunned, and speechless. She was still shaking all over. She
had not been prepared for what it would feel like to come as a woman! When
Sherry asked Andrea to go down on her, Andrea was on her knees before Sherry
could blink.
She did to Sherry, what Sherry had just done to her. Sherry came several
times, although she was used to what it felt like to come as a woman, so it
wasn't as overwhelming of a sensation for her. But it was *wonderful*, and
she smiled as Andrea's tongue make small circles around her clit. Mark hated
going down on her. She always had to twist his arm, and even then he acted
resentful. But now that he was Andrea, he rather seemed to like it!
"Do you want to come again?" asked Sherry.
"Oh yes I do!" replied Andrea, eagerly.
"Good. Wait here a moment."
Andrea watched as Sherry stepped out of the room. A few moments later,
she returned. But what Andrea saw made her go pale, and almost pass out:
accompanying Sherry was a man!
He was tall, with dark hair, with just a touch of gray in the temples. He
had a muscular chest, with a mat of dark hairs. His stomach was flat, his
legs lean and strong. And he was removing his boxers!
Andrea was suddenly aware that a *man* was looking at *her* naked body,
and she didn't know what to do. She was a woman, but she still had memories
of being a man. So seeing *this* man looking at *her*, and getting aroused
from what he saw, was something that made her stomach turn.
"Andrea, this is Jon" said Sherry. "He wants you. You are going to make
love with him."
Sherry walked over to Andrea, and whispered into her ears.
"You *want* him. You want him so much, that you *have* to have him. I
order your to seduce him, and let him do whatever he wants to you."
Andrea stared at Sherry with bulging eyes. Then Andrea looked over at
Jon. She was supposed to want him? But he was a man! A handsome man. A
handsome man who was getting aroused from seeing Andrea's naked body. A man.
A man with a large erect penis, just waiting to plunge into her receptive
pussy.
A man who wanted her, as much as she wanted him. She wanted him! Yes! She
was a woman, and she wanted this man! She wanted to feel that big dick up
inside of her. She just *had* to have him. Andrea smiled at him. Half of her
face was hidden behind her long hair. She put a finger into her hair, and
twirled it around, as she winked at him.
"You're so big and strong" she said, taking a step towards him. "So
handsome. Mmmmm, you smell great too."
"Hello Andrea" said Jon.
Andrea took his left hand, and placed it on top of her large, full right
breast.
"Do you like these?" she asked.
Jon nodded and grunted.
"They're for you. All of me is for you, my love."
She stepped closer, and kissed him on the chest. She pressed her body
against his, and felt his manhood get even harder. She put her hands on his
butt, and pulled him towards her. She looked up at him, her mouth agape, her
moist lips just begging to be kissed.
"Take me, I'm yours" she said.
Jon leaned down, and kissed her hard on her lips. Suddenly, his tongue
darted out of his mouth, and into hers. Andrea made no effort to resist. She
let his tongue in, while her hands started to wander around Jon's body. He
was touching her too now, feeling her all over. He felt so strong! That made
her feel so weak. He was taking control, and she *liked* how it felt to
surrender to him.
He laid her down on the bed, and spread her legs wide apart. She reached
out to touch his huge penis. It was so hard. She wanted him so much!
"Ooh, you're so big" she said. "I want you inside me. Fuck me baby. Fuck
me hard!!!"
Jon did just that. As Andrea laid back, he mounted her, and put himself
deep inside her. As his penis filled up her fresh pussy for the first time,
she was thrown into another series of orgasms, one bigger than the next.
"Ooooooh" said Andrea, as Jon thrust into her again and again, harder and
harder, pounding her into submission. He held her hands down, and kissed her
hard. His tongue went into her mouth again, even as he thrust into her body
over and over. Andrea wrapped her legs around him, and put her hands around
his neck.
Now she felt a new sensation: a splash of wetness between her legs, as
Jon came inside her. His organ pumped and pumped, throbbing and releasing
its load into her pussy. When he pulled out, she could feel it leak out of
her, and onto the bed.
"Don't go!" said Andrea, as Jon stood up, and put his clothes back on.
"I'll wait downstairs" he said.
Andrea looked at him sadly, but Sherry made her stop. When Jon had left
the room. Sherry snapped her fingers. Suddenly, everything changed in
Andrea's mind. She wasn't Andrea anymore; he was Mark again. And he could
remember everything that he had just done. He was still in a female body,
but his mind was back to normal.
"I'll give you one chance, and only once chance" said Sherry, sternly.
"Admit to me now what you've done, and give me a full, sincere apology."
Mark didn't know what she meant.
"If that's how you want to be...." said Sherry.
"What do you want from me!" said Mark. "What do you want me to admit to?"
"Everything" replied Sherry. "You know what you've done. Tell me now, or
suffer the consequences."
"I don't understand! I didn't do anything!" said Mark, desperately.
"Very well" replied Sherry, with a touch of sadness in her voice. "I know
you've been dressing up in my clothes. You've been doing it for years,
haven't you?"
Mark was silent. As usual, when she confronted him with something, he
clammed up. If he was innocent, he would have protested, but his silence was
as much of an admission of guilt as anything.
"You ruined some of my clothes. You stretched out some, you made runs in
others. When you dressed up in the special clothes that transformed you into
a woman, you did it with expertise. Or in other words, you practiced over
and over, until you got good at it. Isn't that true?"
Mark just nodded. Still nonverbal. But at least he admitted it now.
"When you returned some of my things, you didn't hang them properly. Some
of them got wrinkled, and I had to wash them. You got a semen stain on one
of my slips, and I had to get it dry-cleaned. And some of my panties
disappeared, never to be found again."
"How did you notice?" he said, stunned that she discovered that. With a
whole drawer full, how could she tell that he had taken a few pair?
"When I put on my pink bra, I looked for the matching panties. They were
nowhere to be found. Two days later, they were on the top of the pile. Now
how do you suppose that happened? After that, I noticed some pairs were
completely gone. Often they'd disappear when you left on a business trip,
then they'd reappear when you came home. Very suspicious, if you ask me."
"I'm sorry" he said, his voice a whisper.
"Its too late for that now" said Sherry coldly. "And I supposed you're
going to deny that you have a huge collection of porn that you've downloaded
from the internet? Looking at me wasn't good enough for you?"
"Its not what you think" he said.
"I'll be the judge of that. You like looking at *other* women, but not at
me. You dress up in my things. You ruin my clothes. By not telling me,
you've been lying to me for all these years. And now when I confront you,
and give you a chance for forgiveness, you deny it at first."
Mark couldn't handle the emotional response that his female body
produced. He couldn't hold back the tears; he started crying like a baby.
Sherry walked over and slapped him.
"Get ahold of yourself. Listen to me carefully. I'll give you one last
chance to redeem yourself. Are you listening?"
"Yes!" said Mark. He couldn't afford to blow this. What was she going to
do to him? She seemed to have strange new powers. She had transformed him
into a woman. She had altered his mind. She had even made him seduce and
make love to another man! What would she do if he didn't listen now?
"For what you've done, you deserve to be punished. You will be punished
so that you learn your lesson, and never do anything like this to me again.
Tell me that you deserve to be punished."
"I deserve to be punished" said Mark, eager to please her.
"Right now, you're still in a female body, but I've restored your mind.
Since you like dressing up as a woman so much, I've decided for that the
next month, you are going stay in your new body, so that you *have* to dress
up like a woman, every day. I've already called your office, and booked the
vacation time for you. You will spend it as a woman."
Mark nodded. That didn't seem all bad.
"And while you are a woman, you are not going to live with me. You will
be Jon's live-in girlfriend. He will get you a job at his office as a
secretary. During the day, you'll work for him. Maybe he'll want you to come
in to his office for private meetings. Under the desk."
Mark felt sick thinking about that!
"Then at night, you'll go home with him, and do whatever he tells you.
You'll cook for him, clean his house, and make lv to him all night long. If
I find out that you've slacked off, or that you're not pleasing him in
*every* way, then I'll make you his willing slave forever. If you fail in
your assignment in any way, I'll alter your mind so that the only thought
you'll be capable of will be of pleasing him and wanting to fuck him all the
time."
"No!" said Mark. "Please don't!"
"I won't have to, if you're a good girlfriend for him, and you do as
you're told."
Mark felt sick in the pit of his stomach. He was going to keep his own
mind for now, but he was going to have to live with a man, as his
girlfriend, and make lv to him every day?
"Oh, and one last thing" said Sherry.
"What?" asked Mark, weakly.
"You're not allowed to use birth control. If somehow you wind up
pregnant, it means that you were meant to have been born a woman. If you get
knocked up, you will have to marry Jon, and spend the rest of your life as
his wife. You're about to start your period today. Once cycle of the moon
from now, if you have another period, then you're in the clear, and you can
return here as my husband. But if you miss your period, then you're
pregnant, and you will be a bride."
"I don't want to be a bride!" sobbed Mark.
"Think of the pretty dress you'll get to wear! Think of the wonderful
ceremony. And the romantic honeymoon! You can Jon can make love every day."
"Please!" said Mark.
"I've made up my mind. Remember now, don't disobey me in any way. And
don't disobey your boyfriend either. I'll be checking in with him. If you
don't please him in *every* way....."
Mark nodded. He'd wind up a mindless sex slave if he did that. As
disgusting as it was, he was going to have to let Jon do whatever he wanted
to him, for the next month.
"Your bag is already packed for you downstairs. Your boyfriend is waiting
for you. Go to him. When I see you in a month, it will either be you
returning here to live with me, or it will be when I see you on the altar,
in your bridal gown."
Joyce had explained it all to her. If Mark was really a woman on the
inside, he would get pregnant with Jon's baby, and he'd be stuck as a woman
forever. If that was the case, she was better off without him. If he was
really a man however, it would be a horrible month for him. When it was
done, he'd be so well behaved. How could he ever think of crossing his wife
again, thinking that she possessed such power? He didn't know that Joyce was
the source of the spell. As far as he knew, it came from Sherry.
"Go now" she said. "Your lover awaits you."
Mark looked back at Sherry with fear in his eyes. He hurried away from
her, and down the stairs, where Jon was waiting. It was time for the test
that would determine the rest of his life.......
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