by Anita Wiener

I haven't always been this way. A hooker, that is. I didn't always
have this unquenchable thirst for man-meat. But here I am anyway,
working the corner, reeling in the johns and making a buck. It's
easy, and I get what I want. All I have to do is show off my hot
body, give a smile and a wink, and I have 'em hooked -- no pun
intended. I get to taste some cock and make a little money too.

My past seems like a totally different life. I know that at first,
you won't believe my story, but if you wait around, I'll show you the
last remaining evidence that I was a man.

Yes, that's right. I was a man. Of course you can't tell by looking
at me. I don't want to sound vain, but I know I have the goods. Hot
body, big breasts, generous round curves, long legs, beautiful long
wavy hair, and a wicked smile. I have it all. And I use all of it to
my advantage whenever I want. But it wasn't always this way. I was
transformed, against my will, into this woman you see before you, by a
witch.

Who believes in witches? Nobody! I didn't. I still can't really
believe it. But it happened and I'm the proof.

Her name was Vixen. I should have known by her name that she was
trouble. But I was mesmerized by her sex appeal. So much so, that I
broke my golden rule... I said I loved her.

I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start at the beginning.

I met her at a pretty trendy club, Johnny Love's, on Polk St. here in
the city. She walked in all alone at about Midnight. The place was a
madhouse, as it always was on Saturdays. It was the place to be: good
looking chicks, and the guys who tried to pick up on them. Anyway, so
there I was, and when she walked in, I saw her right away. She was
short, about 5' 5", dark brunette hair in flowing curls all the way
down to the tip of her butt, pale skin, dark eyes, and extremely
curvaceous. She was definitely my type. Hell, she was every guy's
type.

I didn't waste any time making my move, every guy in the bar would be
on her in seconds. Plus, there is a kind of pecking order to these
things. Guys don't just move in on a chick, they look around, size up
the competition, defer to seniority, and only then do they make their
move. I was very high in the chain; I was rich, good looking, a
regular, and extremely interested in this vixen - again, no pun
intended. So, I invited her up to the bar and bought her some drinks.
We made some small talk. I talked about myself, as usual.

I could tell I had her interest. And she was, without a doubt,
looking to get laid. I was making the moves, laughing, telling lame
jokes, touching her hand, telling her how beautiful she was. It was
obviously working. She was playing right back, touching my thigh,
playing with her hair, and giving me an incredible come hither stare.
It was only about 30 minutes into it that she said "Let's go back to
my place and get comfortable."

We did. I mean, really did. She didn't live too far, maybe five
blocks away, on Broadway near Franklin, in one of those big dark
mansions. She had a room in the attic with circular windows that
looked out onto the gargoyles. It was kind of creepy. I remember
seeing one of the gargoyles in silhouette against the full moon.

We were practically naked by the time we got to her room. We were
frantically grabbing each other, kissing and panting as we headed up
the back steps to her place. Once we got inside, she immediately
dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth. She groaned and
writhed as she deep throated me. It was like she needed to have me
inside her as I grabbed that mass of black curls and fucked her
throat. She was good. I had never had it that good.

It went on for hours. She was incredible! Every time I was about to
come, she knew. She played me out all night, keeping me on the edge
of orgasm. I stuck my dick in every orifice she had. She loved all
of it, begging and pleading for more, then stopping just as I was
about to come. Then she'd start kissing me all over my body, allowing
her hair to caress my body, licking my ear. She had me on edge!

By the time it was over, I had had a hard-on for over five hours, my
body was tingling all over as she was kissing me. I was delirious,
breathless, and dying to come. That's when it happened. She started
working down my body, kissing everything, my neck, my tits, my
stomach, then, just as she got to my cock, she looked up at me with
that beautiful face and said "Are you ready big boy?" I couldn't help
myself. I said: "I love you. I LOVE you!" She took me in her mouth,
and I crammed my dick all the way into her throat and exploded into
her. Finally! I had been waiting to come all night. Immediately,
though, I knew I shouldn't have said it. It had gotten me into
trouble in the past. It always led to no good.

You see, I was just out for the sex. Always was. It didn't matter
who it was that I slept with, I just didn't want a relationship. I
had tried to have a serious relationship before, but it was so
suffocating! Why would I want that again? I didn't. And I always
got into trouble using the "L" word, that four letter word, when I was
having sex. Chicks got the wrong impression. Thought I was serious.
They'd call, try to get me to meet their friends and their parents.
They'd want to go on picnics or to museums or something. I didn't
need it. So I had the rule. Never say it.

But I had said it. Just as she was gobbling up my cum, I was
literally screaming it: I LOVE YOU!

A little later, I thought it wasn't a problem. In fact, I thought I
had maybe turned her off by it. She tried to hustle me out of the
room. She kept on pushing me to leave quickly, saying that I couldn't
stay, and other weird stuff. So, I shrugged it off, got dressed and
headed out. She walked me down the stairs, all the way to the back
door. She was rushing me all the way. But then, she planted a huge
kiss on me, grabbed my crotch, and said "I'll see you tomorrow," as
she slipped a card into my hand. "Call me."

I didn't. Sure the sex was good, but I knew where it was
heading... relationship. So I fucked her. So what? I shouldn't have
told her that I loved her. She'll get over it. She was hot and could
have any guy she wanted. The day went by, I didn't call, and of
course, she didn't call me... I never gave her my number.

A week went by, and nothing. I had started to get her out of my mind.
I went to Johnny Love's again. I was kind of afraid that I'd see her
there, but she didn't show. I met some other girl, and got lucky
again. I was back into my routine, and this time I didn't say the "L"
word.

About a month passed by, and I was in the bar again. It was another
full moon, and kind of a slow night. She showed up. I would have
tried to dodge her, but she saw me before I saw her. So I tried to
play it off, and went up to her to say hi. Boy was she pissed off!
She looked older, tired, and I was wondering what I had ever seen in
her. She was yelling some nonsense about how I was supposed to be her
'concubine' or something. How she was rotting all alone up there.
That she knew what I had been doing.

She was literally screaming at me. But the weird thing was that
nobody seemed to notice. The bar was practically empty, and otherwise
empty, but nobody even turned around to see this scene. "You are
going to pay, Asshole! You think I'm just a piece of ass? Huh? I'll
show you a piece of ass!" She continued to yell like this, forcing me
to back up against the bar.

Her face got all twisted up and angry, she grabbed my hands, and she
started to make that moaning noise -- like she made during sex. And I
got a shock. An electric shock! Then she started laughing, a wild
cackling laugh. "You will pay, you cocksucker!" Nobody in the bar
noticed! This girl was freaking out, acting weird, and she had me
cornered. She continued "You think you can say you love me, and then
just walk away? Who do you think you are?"

I was blushing. "What must everybody be thinking?" I thought, as the
bar continued to ignore the scene. Vixen went on and on. I didn't
catch it all. It was weird stuff about the "L" word and about some
magic spell. It occurred to me then just how much she looked like a
witch, ugly and wicked. And she was saying something about how I was
going to become transformed into a woman - Something about how I was
going to be turned into the skirt I was always chasing. Yeah, I know.
Weird.

"Your lie will be your undoing, you see. Every time you hear the word
"love" you will be one step closer to becoming the little slut that
you desire." Anyway, it was a strange encounter.

As Vixen turned to leave the bar, she shot one last menacing glare at
me and said "Let me get you started: LOVE!!!" And she turned to go.
She was scary. I jumped in my chair as she screamed out the "L" word,
and I was completely shake, like an electric shock ran through my
body.

The bar started to come back into focus and I shifted in my chair
trying to regain my composure. But I get comfortable. I was sweating
and my mouth was watering. I think she actually scared me. And the
weird thing was, my nipples were hard. Like, really hard. I don't
know if that ever happens to you, but it sure felt weird to me. I
felt really distracted. I knew I wasn't going to get lucky tonight,
not after that episode with Vixen. Plus, I couldn't stop thinking
about the word. Love. I overheard some girls in the corner,
gossiping about this and that. "...love..." and I was startled each
time I heard the word. They must have said it three times. I got an
electric jolt each time - a zap that ran through my whole body. I
figured I must be wound up from the run-in with Vixen.

So I headed out of there, back to my apartment. On my way back, I put
my hand to my chest. My nipples were still hard, and my heart was
beating. In fact, my chest felt weird. I couldn't tell exactly what
was wrong, but I knew it wasn't right.

I got home, opened a beer, and sat down in front of the tube. I
turned to MTV and just zoned out, going over in my mind, that scene in
the bar. Then as I was sitting there I got another jolt of
electricity, but this one was pretty big. Then another. My whole
body was tingling. Then I got another jolt!

It was MTV! Some long hair metal-head was singing a lousy power
ballad "I need your Love!" Jolt! Oh great, I thought. I'm still
freaked out about Vixen. "Baby I need your Love!" Jolt! No. This
was just too weird. This was not just some psychosomatic overreaction
to my encounter with Vixen. This felt real! Jolt! Surges of
electric sensations ran through my body. I had goose bumps.

My god, was this just me being freaked out, or was it possible that
Vixen had some kind of power? The sensation in my chest was growing
more prominent. And my scalp was itching. I turned off the TV and
ran to the bathroom mirror. I ripped off my shirt, and there they
were. Breasts. Not big, but unmistakable. With nice nipples and
smooth skin. It even looked like my skin was getting smoother, less
hairy. I had tits! I reached out to touch them, and they tingled. A
shiver ran up my spine. No way!

I decided that I must be freaking out, because this just wasn't
possible. This was not reality. I headed to my room to sleep it off.
Every thing would be fine by the morning. Hell, it was late anyway.
I slept.

*****************

I had the wildest dreams of my life that night. I had always been
straight, not a gay bone in my body, but these were definitely not
straight dreams. I was a woman in the dreams, always a woman. I had
huge tits, and I was wrapping them around cocks and sucking dicks all
night. I was writhing, twisting, turning, and getting fucked and
sucked. When I woke up in the morning, I had a huge hard-on.
Apparently my alarm had gone off 3 hours earlier. It was 11:00
already! The radio had been blaring away, and I didn't even wake up.

Zap! I got jolted again! Jeez, some guy on the radio was singing
about love again. Does every song in the world have the word love in
it? This Zap felt kind of good. Like a little orgasm. I kind of
liked it.

I lay there in the bed and continued to enjoy the new feeling, this
little orgasm, and stroked my dick and grabbed my breasts, reliving
the dreams I'd had the night before. I was sucking cocks... stroke.
Riding them in my tits... stroke. I was getting giddy with pleasure
as the song played on the radio, "Don't you love me any more?" The
jolts just increased my sense of pleasure and heightened this little
fantasy I was having. Zap! I came just as the song ended.

I awoke from my fantasy with cum sprayed all over my body, and I was
still grabbing my tits... My tits? Then it all came back to me.
That's right, I had a weird encounter with Vixen last night. She
hexed me or something. She threatened to turn me into a girl. I
looked down at the fleshy mound in my hand and saw them. My god.
They were huge... and gorgeous? But what were they doing on my chest?
I scrambled up out of bed to really wake and try to get a handle on
what was going on here and they bounced and tingled just like real
breasts. They still had my cum on them. I looked at myself in the
full length mirror on my closet door. There I was. Still hard dick
standing at attention, but with breasts. My whole figure looked a
little different. It wasn't just the tits, there was something else,
but I couldn't quite say what it was... softer, rounder. More
feminine. My whole body was different.

I ran from my room to head down to the bathroom. I had to see this in
the glare of the bathroom lights. As I headed out of my room, I saw
that my roommate Bill was in the kitchen. He might see me!!??!! Just
as he was turning around, I jumped back into my room and slammed the
door. My breasts heaving from the excitement.

"Hey Jeff. Good Morning to you too!" He shouted from the kitchen.
"Are you all right?"

"Oh yeah, fine... one sec." I heard my voice. It sounded higher.
Jeez. What was going here. I slipped on my robe, and snuck back out
to check myself in the bathroom mirror. I quickly darted past the
kitchen and offered "hey" to Bill as I passed by and headed toward the
bathroom. When I got in the bathroom, I locked the door, turned on
the lights, and tried to assess the situation. Even my face looked
different. Where was my morning shadow? My eyebrows looked
different. And my hair! What happened here. It was at least three
inches longer. I went from a crew cut to a page boy overnight. I was
going crazy. That was the only explanation. My head was spinning.
This was not possible. This was some kind of illusion or waking
nightmare. I felt like I couldn't breathe. There were two heaving
mounds of flesh on my chest. They must have been B cups. If they
were on a woman, I would have wanted to grab them, kiss them and suck
on 'em. But... no way was this real.

I jumped back from the mirror into the shower. Maybe it would clear
my head. But throughout the shower, the problem didn't go away. I
was washing tits. And more and more of my body hair was washing down
the drain. This wasn't good.

I headed back to my room in my robe, trying to hide my face in case
Bill saw me. He was in the living room, and he caught a quick glance
at me as I headed back into my room.

Again, he yelled across the flat "Hey buddy, what's up? What's with
the hair?"

Oh no, he saw me! "Oh, uhhh..." I hesitated. "I'm just growing it
out. Going for that hippy look that's in right now." I offered
lamely. I heard a grunt as he swallowed down a bite of cereal in
front of the TV.

What was I going to do? I couldn't go out like this. I got dressed.
I couldn't just keep running around in my robe. My clothes were
fitting weird. I couldn't get my pants on over my hips. And my
breasts were a problem with my shirt, so I decided to put a sweat suit
on. I checked out myself in the mirror, and it wasn't too bad. I was
still me. My hair was longer, but hidden behind clothing, I could
still pass as me. My face was still mine... mostly. This was truly
weird. I was trying to pass as me. I was becoming somebody else and
I couldn't stop it.

Then Bill yelled out "Gotta pick up the softball equipment for the
game tonight! Jack's not gonna be there. Be back later!" And he
headed out the door, slamming it as usual.

That's right, today is Sunday. I'm supposed to play softball tonight!
Well, anyway, thank god Bill left. I walked out of my bedroom into
the living room. He left the TV on. I sat down and started watching
ESPN. It felt good to zone out and not be freaked out about my
situation for a while. I just sat there and watched the TV. They
were talking about the Wimbledon finals. Tennis. After about 15
minutes of commentary, the game was back on and Zap! "15 - Love." I
got a shock and my tits jumped out some more. I was transforming
again! I was afraid, but it felt so good. Zap! "30 - Love."
Oooohhhh! Orgasmic. I was wriggling on the couch, as the tingling
sensation coursed through my body, and getting lost in the feeling.
My hands were rubbing up and down my body... Oooohhhh! So soft. So
sensitive. Like sex. No!!!

I reached for the remote and turned off the TV. I had to get out of
here. I can't just sit here and let this happen. I ran outside and
hopped into my car. I started driving. I didn't know where I was
going, but I had to go. As I was turning onto Van Ness I got zapped
again by a song on the radio. My breasts jumped out again and tested
the limits of my sweatshirt, my nipples showing prominently. They
were getting obvious. The zap felt so good! I couldn't deny it. I
was driving, lost in my own world, feeling a sexual tingle all over my
body, especially my tits. I got zapped again and an orgasmic tingle
coursed through my body. It felt amazing. Like those dreams I had
the night before. The sex. My big tits getting fucked by a huge
dick. The feelings washed over me as I got zapped again and again.

I felt one of my hands reaching up under my sweatshirt and massaging
my tits. I rubbed the nipples and a shiver ran down my spine. What
would it be like if there were no consequences? I could just get lost
in this feeling. Enjoy it. And if my body wanted tits, then it could
have them. Especially if they felt this good. I rolled down my
window, felt the wind blow in my hair, and I jutted my chest out and
felt my nipples caressing the fabric inside my sweatshirt. Sooooo
gooood. I felt free to enjoy this feeling. Zap! Zap! Zap!

I was still driving, but not fully aware of my surroundings. I was
feeling myself up with one hand, and wiggling my but into the seat.
Was this what it felt like to be a woman? All my life, I had tried to
get close to women, not fully understanding their desires, wanting to
possess their beauty. Now, I was being turned into a woman. I could
be that woman. I could possess her completely. I licked my lips, my
mouth watering with desire. A woman. I felt proud. This new feeling
was fantastic! A woman. I could be a woman. I could imagine having
sex as a woman. I could use these tits. I was stroking my cock, up
and down. Rubbing my tits. The fantasies returned. I was a woman.
I had a cock in my hand, another in my mouth, and still another
working into my ass... stroke. A woman. Stroke. Then, for the
second time that day, I blasted cum all over myself.

I was startled awake from my fantasy by my orgasm. I checked myself
out in the rearview mirror, expecting to see the beautiful woman I had
been imagining. I was a little disappointed. I had no make-up, and I
was wearing a sweatshirt. This was not how the whore in my fantasy
would dress. How would she dress? How would I dress? I was no
longer running from my transformation. I was running toward it.

I continued to look in the mirror, trying to comprehend my appearance.
I was more feminine than ever. I had a beautiful face, my hair now
down to my shoulders in lovely brunette curls. I could actually pass.
But I needed some clothes. I needed a makeover..

I found myself in the parking lot of Stonestown mall, and parked the
car. I sat there for a few minutes. I needed to get comfortable with
my new appearance. Can I go out like this? Look at me? It isn't me.
But, then again nobody knew me here. I looked like a woman out for a
morning jog. I gathered up my thoughts, "I'm just a woman out for a
jog, stopping by the mall."

I stepped out of the car. I felt extremely self conscious. Look at
me. I was wearing a sweatsuit. And my shoes! They were men's
running shoes, and clearly too large. What a mess. I headed straight
for Nordstrom, feeling my tits bounce as I walked.

As I got to the door, a man opened up the door for me to let me in.
He offered me a smile and gestured for me to go first. Wow! Ladies
first. I was passing as a woman. He didn't seem to notice anything
out of the ordinary. I determined to work on passing, and tried a new
walk. Swish. Sway. My hips move back and forth, my feet move one in
front of the other, my hair bounces. Woman. It felt perfectly
natural. Like I had been doing it all my life.

What was I doing? I stopped near the jewelry counter. This was
insane. I'm not a woman. I'm Jeff. I'm going to play softball
tonight. I can't do this.

I was coming out of my mental state, grabbing for reality. What was I
thinking? That I was going to somehow transform? This wasn't right.
I began to look around the store and really see it, and wonder what I
was doing there. I was afraid. I needed to get out of there. I
needed to be me. To fight this.

I was startled again by the realization that a counterperson had been
addressing me and I hadn't noticed.

"Miss. Miss? Excuse me. Ma'am? Can I help you?"

I turned to see her. She had a worried look on her face. "Can I get
you something? You look a little faint" she offered. I shook my head
no and felt my hair flow about my shoulders. My reflection was
looking back at me from a mirror on the counter. Can it be so? How
can it be? She is so pretty. It can't be my reflection. Something
was desperately wrong in the universe. My world was falling apart. I
couldn't reconcile it.

"Perhaps you should sit down." She came around from behind the
counter and gently let me to a stool in front on the jewelry display.
"Are you OK?"

"No. I'm... Unh..." I heard my voice. A woman's voice. "I don't
feel myself." I had a woman's voice. I turned to look into another
mirror and examined my reflection. "I don't understand." I saw the
words coming from my mouth. I touched my hand to my lips and saw and
felt it. My lips. My hands. I saw my hands for the first time.
They were so delicate, with long nails and soft skin. As I examined
my hands, a lock of brunette hair fell across my eyes and I
instinctively brushed it away. I caught this in the mirror and saw a
woman's hand, mine, running her fingers through her long hair. It
looked so natural, but I knew it was all wrong. This woman in the
mirror was beautiful. Extremely so. I could barely make out my old
face from her features. My features were disappearing. I was being
replaced.

"Can I call a doctor?" The woman sounded really concerned.

"No. I'll be fine. I just need a moment." I was amazed to feel the
words coming from my lips and to see them spoken by a gorgeous
brunette in the mirror. "I'll be fine."

"OK... I'll be right here behind the counter. Let me know if I can
help you."

I nodded and grunted acknowledgment. I was a little embarrassed to be
getting this attention. What must she think of me? I got to my feet.
I had to get away from there.

As I headed away, I passed through the Junior Miss department. There
was neon and TV screens playing loud rock music. I looked at the
clothing as I walked through the department. Form fitting clothes,
designed to fit a female form. Designed to fit around these tits I
now had. To hug these large hips and small waist. I was looking at
all of it objectively. As if I was removed from the situation. This
was a woman's figure, and it was designed to fit into these clothes.

Jolt! Damn! It was the rock music. Some damn song using the "L"
word again. But just as quickly as I got upset, the waves of sexual
tingling took over my body again. Jolt! I was stopped in my tracks.
As the waves of pleasure swept over my body. My nipples were hard,
and I could feel my cock rising in my sweats. Jolt! So good! I
could feel my tits growing. My waist shrinking. My hips flaring. My
hair growing longer down my back. Zap! Again. My mouth was watering
and I was standing there and writhing in sexual ecstasy, my hips
thrusting forward and back. I was running my fingers through my hair
and licking my lips, rocking to the sexual beat off the music. Zap!
My cock was fully erect now, pushing my sweats ridiculously upward as
I continued to stand in the aisle of the Junior Miss department. Zap!
I didn't know if anybody saw me, but I didn't care as my body was
overcome with sexual frenzy.

It felt so good. This body felt so right. So feminine. I had turned
from a scared male in a woman's body into a writhing woman (with a
hard dick) turned on by her own sexuality. I must have been there for
five minutes, reeling in pleasure. Getting more and more comfortable
with my new body and the sensations it could offer. I pushed my arms
together at my sides and enjoyed the sight of my breasts jutting
outward, an obvious expression of my femininity. They must have been
D cups. But they were covered up by this miserable cotton sweatshirt.
So unbecoming. Tits like these were meant for show.

Somehow, I knew I was still Jeff, but I was completely overcome by the
sensations running through my body. With each jolt I was more and
more aware that I was meant to be a woman. A slut. A total whore.
And I was awarded as my awareness grew with waves of sexual pleasure.
I was carried by the waves to a awareness that I should go along with
it. Reap the rewards of the transformation. Use this new body as it
was intended. Still standing there in the aisle, with a raging hard
on, I began to move again. I placed a hand over my dick and tucked
the head under the waistband of my sweats, hiding it from view. I
started to see these clothes in a new light. How would that look on
me? Would it show my breasts? Would it feel soft against my skin?
Would I look hot in it? I decided there and then to go through with
it. No backing out. This feeling felt too good to ignore.

Where to go first? Lingerie! Oh wow! I could see my curves in some
lingerie!

I headed up to lingerie. I felt my new walk. It was sexy. My tits
jiggled and my hair, now all the way down my back, swayed back and
forth with the motion of my hips. It felt ridiculous to be wearing
these clothes while feeling this way. I needed an outfit to match my
mood.

I got to lingerie and was rewarded with racks and racks of sexy
undergarments. I wanted to try on everything. It felt so feminine to
be browsing through this department. Just another woman. I was
feeling all the fabrics, checking out the lace and imagining myself in
the garments. I grabbed a few things and went to the dressing room.
I stripped from my sweats and grabbed a bra. D cup. I slipped it on,
after fiddling with straps, and found it to be too small. My tits
were squeezed up and together, causing ridiculous amounts of cleavage
to protrude outward. Wow, these breasts were huge! Then I slipped on
a pair of silk panties. Their soft fabric caressed my skin and came
up to hug my waist, barely containing my still obvious cock and balls.
I tucked my cock backward in the panties, trying in vain to hide it.
Then came the garter and stockings. It took a while to figure out how
to put them on, but boy was it worth it. The stockings felt so cool
and refreshing on my legs, causing them to tingle with every movement.

I needed to see this outfit on me, but there was no mirror. I headed
out of the dressing room and sought out a mirror. There just at the
entrance to the dressing rooms was a three way mirror.

I caught my reflection and was stunned. Could that be real? My
curves were beyond beautiful and entered into the realm of fantasy. I
looked like a comic book goddess. My long wavy brunette curls flowed
down my back and my soft skin was barely contained by the skimpy and
sexy outfit. This was my first glimpse at this figure exposed,
dressed in erotic lingerie.

"Finding everything you need?" The salesperson interrupted my self
admiration session.

I turned to see her. A fairly plain girl, trying to overcompensate
with makeup for her obvious shortcomings. "I'm finding everything OK
thanks." She was staring at me. She was undoubtedly amazed at my
proportions.

After swapping the bra for a 38 DD cup, I left the undergarments on
under my sweats and brought the tags up to the register to pay. The
underwear was so soft. It felt so decadent. I was wearing lingerie
under my sweats. I loved the way it hugged my curves.

After paying, I made several more stops. I picked up a short red
dress... just short enough so that when I bent over just a little, my
garters showed. I got some 4 inch high pumps. Fuck me shoes. I got
some jewelry... earrings, bracelet, anklet, rings, hair comb,
necklace. I got a makeover in the makeup department. I got my hair
done last.

Getting my hair done was the best part. I had already been totally
dolled up. My hair had been growing, and with each zap was getting
more luscious, thick, wavy, soft and long. By the time I got to the
hair stylist, my hair reached the tip of my butt. If I tilted my head
back, I could feel my curls massaging my butt. It was glorious. The
hair stylists loved my hair and washed, trimmed, curled and styled
until it was gorgeous. I couldn't believe it as I was watching in the
mirror as they were finishing up. There in the mirror, I saw the most
gorgeous woman I had ever seen. She was the perfect woman. My dream
woman. I had luscious tits, gorgeous hair, flowing down past the arms
of the chair, and that smile. I loved the smile. Every time I
smiled, I saw a look that said, come fuck me. Come stick your dick
between my perfectly painted lips and let me suck you dry. As I
enjoyed this image, my dick started to get hard and push up on the
dress, leaving a little wet spot. I put my hand, with it's newly
painted nails, over the bulge to hide it. Nobody seemed to notice
right away, until it was time to get up. I'm sure Francesca noticed.
But luckily, she was polite enough not to say anything.

I headed out of there, and started to go back to my place. The radio
was playing again, and I continued to get zapped. I had multiple
orgasms. Female orgasms. I reveled in my new femininity and
rollicked in my sexy new clothes. I was lost in a dreamworld where I
was a woman, and I was having outrageous sex. I got home, went in. I
was surrounded by the evidence of my previous life and felt extremely
kinky walking around my apartment. It felt so perverse to be this
woman, knowing that I was Jeff inside. I walked through the
apartment... appreciating it for the first time as a woman. I heard
the sound of my high heels clicking on the floors as I started pacing
in the living room. I was unsatisfied. Here I was, the dream woman,
but all alone. I needed to test my limits. I needed to experience
these fantasies.

I got an idea. Pizza! I ordered a pizza to be delivered.

35 minutes later, my mark arrived. "Ding-Dong." The doorbell
announced his arrival. I opened the door, and saw the man I was about
to devour. He was Italian. About 5'10" and dark. I was about to
find out if it was true what they said about the size of Italian cock.
I invited him in, and turned to head to the kitchen. He followed. He
was obviously excited at the prospect. I told him to place the pizza
on the table. I was giving every indication that I was hot, and that
I wanted more than pizza.

"Now, where did I put my money? Can you come in here for a second
while I look for my money?" I directed him over to the living room by
the TV. "Oh, there it is!" I pointed down to the cabinet near his
feet, where I had placed the money moments before. I dropped to my
knees, placing one hand on his thigh for balance, and began counting
the money. He was shifting back and forth on his feet with nervous
tension. I felt energized, in control, and ready for anything. After
fumbling with the money for a minute, I looked up from my position on
my knees and said "Y'know, I have the money, but, now that I see you,
I'd rather work it off in trade."

He stood there for a few moments, wondering if heard me and understood
my meaning. As I reached up, sliding my hand up his leg toward his
crotch, I gave him a look that made my meaning very clear. He was
unable to say anything, but he nodded, and that was enough for me.

I was going to savor this moment. With my hand on his crotch, I bent
forward, pushing my tits into his leg, and placed my open mouth onto
his jeans, breathing out, warming him up. I felt his cock stir. I
took a deep breath with my nose, taking in his scent. Musky and
masculine. His jeans began to swell with his manhood. I rubbed my
hand firmly into his groin, sizing him up, finding him, cupping his
meat with my palm, still breathing him in. He continued to grow in my
hand, stretching his jeans. I cocked my head back, allowing my hair
to flow down to my buttocks, then, while staring him in the eye, took
my tongue and ran it from his balls, up to his zipper in a slow
sensual rub.

He was groaning. In pain from the torment. He wanted me now. I
reached in and slowly unzipped his pants. His cock immediately began
pressing out. I took his cock all the way out of its prison, balls
and all. It was fully erect now and huge. His cock stared me in the
face. I wanted to take it in. All the way in. I let go of his cock
and reached around to grab his butt. His cock stood out, raised and
ready for sex. I took a deep breath again, taking in his scent. This
was good. I cocked my head sideways and wrapped my lips around his
balls. I felt them jiggle in my mouth. I worked them with my tongue,
and enjoyed their salty musk. Slowly my tongue slid up the base of
his cock toward the head. I gave him a look that conveyed my deepest
satisfaction as I cocked my head sideways, and began to take his cock
into my mouth. His head slipped in between my lips and met my tongue
with a salty load off precum. My lips took him in until his dick was
deep in my mouth, pressing toward my throat. His dick was throbbing
in my mouth, begging for more. His moans were getting louder. My
lips opened still further, reaching for the base of his dick. I
wanted to take all of him inside of me. The head of his cock pressed
into my throat. I tilted my head further to offer my throat to his
throbbing dick. Then grabbing his butt, I pulled him further inside
of me, down my throat. My lips worked the base of his cock, his pubic
hair making a warm home for my face. The entire length of his dick
was inside of me as I stuck my tongue out to reach for his balls. I
had him in me. This was what I wanted. Sex. His dick was throbbing
when he let out a desperate whimper "take it." He began to shoot his
semen down into me. Gobs and gobs of semen straight into my stomach,
warming my insides. I began to pull his cock from my throat as he
continued to ejaculate. He filled my mouth with each orgasmic throb
of his dick. Mmmmm. His salty jism made me even more horny. I
continued to pull his cock from my mouth, swallowing all the jism he
offered, and allowed him to continue to cum on my face. It shot out
onto my lips and my cheek, I watched as his throbbing organ continued
to bury my face in his love juice. My mouth opened, hoping to catch
some cum in mid air, landing on my tongue. This was heaven. I licked
my lips and let the cum stay on my face.

I looked up at him as the last of his cum dripped from his cock. I
worked my hand up his dick to get the last drip onto my tongue while I
looked straight into his face. "Mmmmm. That was good, but you aren't
done yet." I said.

Then, I turned around, hiked up my dress and leaned onto the coffee
table, sticking my butt out toward him. "Take me!" I yelled. "Take
me in the ass!!!" I pulled my panties down to offer my asshole to
him. "Take me!" I begged.

Luckily, he didn't wait. He moved in and placed his hands on my
gartered hips. His dick tickled my butt crack. "Oooohhhh... Mmmmmm."
I groaned. I needed to feel him inside of me. He was directly behind
me now and began to work his dick in and around my hole, massaging my
buttocks with his tool. My anus throbbed and tingled with every pass
of his teasing dick. He'd work toward my opening, pausing to press
firmly into my, then continue to work my ass, around and around,
teasing me. "Oooohhh! I need it. Come into me!" He worked the head
of his dick into my sphincter, pausing, enjoying the game. It hurt
and my flesh opened up wide to allow him into me. I worked with the
pain and tried to open up further. Take him in. I began to press
back on him to try to get him fully inside of me when he grabbed my
hips and suddenly thrust all the way in. Ahhhh! Pain!! His cock
pressed all the way up into me, searing flesh, burning, tearing up.
His cock stayed there as he pulled me onto him with his manly
strength. Slowly the pain worked into a sexual pain, deep, intense
and perfect. I rubbed my ass into him, hoping to get more. "Fuck
Me!!! Fuck Me!!" I heard myself yelling. I was a prom queen in the
back of a chevy gettin fucked in the asshole. He started moving his
cock in and out, slamming into me. Over and over. The pain was
intense. I arched my back and cried with pain and joy. My tits were
jiggling as he continually pummeled my ass with his dick, back and
forth. I loved it.

"Looks like fun. Can I join in?"

That was Bill's voice. We stopped cold. I turned my pretty face,
covered in cum, around to see my roommate standing there in the
kitchen doorway, eating a slice of my pizza. He was staring right at
me! But he gave no sign that he recognized me and continued to enjoy
his pizza. "Don't stop on my account." He said with a tinge of
sarcasm in his voice. "I don't know how you two got in here, and why
you are doing it on my floor, but..."

I made a move, realizing that he didn't recognize me. "We're waiting
for you. Why don't you come over here and let me suck your dick" I
said as I still had the pizza guy's dick in my ass. This wasn't going
to work unless I got the pizza guy and Bill both going. Imagine, I
thought, I can get two guys going at once!

I pulled my well worked ass off of the pizza guy's dick and crawled
over to Bill on all fours. "Let me show you what we were doing..." I
said as I reached up for his cock. He was already hard. He must have
been turned on from watching us. He moved my hand out of the way, and
whipped his cock out of his pants. Then he grabbed my head of curls,
and started to move my head toward his dick. It was smaller than the
pizza guy's dick, but had a nice long slender curve to it. I opened
my mouth and started to swallow him up as he pushed into me, fucking
my mouth.

After a few moments, I heard the pizza guy, left all alone with his
dick hanging out, clear his throat. I stopped sucking for a moment and
said "Don't just stand there, you have a job to finish!" He was only
too happy to get back into fucking my behind. I took Bill's cock back
in-between my lips while sticking my ass out. The pizza guy got into
position and working his dick into my ass. I had two cocks inside of
me! I could smell Bill's cock as he thrust into my face, and feel my
ass being ripped open with another. We worked in time, back and
forth. Oh yes! I moaned with a mouth full of cock. My own dick was
pushing back and forth under my dress, getting harder and more
excited. My anus was throbbing with the thrusting of the pizza guy's
dick as I slobbered on the other. God Yes!!! I groaned. I thought I
was going to cum in my dress. Then I could sense that Bill was going
to cum so I focused on the pizza guy. I wanted us to all cum in me at
the same time - three throbbing fountains of cum centered on my
gorgeous body. I worked my ass around and flipped my hair, knowing
that this drove guys nuts. "Oh!!! Fuck me! Fuck me in the ass!!
Harder!!" That was all it took. They both exploded in bursts of cum
into my face and my ass and I shot cum into my dress. Throbbing dicks
thrusting cum. So warm. I was being filled up. This was good. I
had both men. They came inside of me. I could taste the juice of
both men inside of me. I knew this was not going to be the last time.
I loved the feel of these two dicks inside of me throbbing, pushing
and pulling, with me in the middle.

***************

That's how it started. I was completely transformed into my ideal
woman by Vixen. I am a sex starved whore. A lot has happened. But,
as you can see, here I am. I'm a hooker. I'm a hooker, who does it
because she likes it. I need the sex, and this is the best way to get
it. Plus, I can earn a living while doing it.

Now, enough about me. I want to get in those pants of yours...