Spellbooks: eBay by Freya

(An old story from Freya’s website, revived using the internet time machine and some image searching, enjoy.)

I came a little late to the eBay phenomenon. I had never really seen the point, seemed to me just one person selling their worthless trash to another.

But one day whilst off work I was bored and decided to go on and I soon found myself hooked.

It’s hard to say why. Most of it really was trash but every so often you found odd little gems.

At the start I just did searches for interesting stuff. But a week later I made my first purchase. It was an old Edwardian medical kit which was going for a real bargain.

Now I know it seems an odd thing to buy. But there were reasons for doing so. In my younger days I was an aspiring actor. Went to college to learn the trade and really had high hopes for a career in it. But dreams are all too often left unrealized. Reality hit. It was hard finding work for an actor. Even harder finding a regular job. So I gave up my hopes and dreams and took a dull office job.

But I still kept up my true love of acting by joining an amateur theater group and putting in the occasional show.

And this is the reason I started buying the weird and unusual on eBay. Because they could end up as good props in possible future productions.

One day I was doing my normal searches through eBay when something caught my eye. It was from a first time seller, which I usually afford as they have no feedback so you are taking a little bit of a leap of faith with them. But the items this person was selling intrigued me. It was two thick leather bound spell books.

I guess tomes would be a better term. They looked fantastic. Aged leather. Strange symbolic engravings pressed into the leather. They looked used and old but in good condition. Perfect props.

The odd thing though was the description did not list them as props. It spoke of them being genuine spellbooks. It made me laugh that someone would make such a claim and seemed strange eBay would even allow them such a description. And yeti found myself drawn to them, not just because I was interested in them as possible future props. But there was something else.

I saw there was already one other bidder who had mad an offer off 50 for them. It was then I realized there was literally just ten minutes left to bid so without putting any more thought in I bid 60 and a few minutes later it closed and I won the bid.

To my surprise they arrived the very next day. I eagerly unwrapped them and was stunned by the craftsmanship upon them. They looked liked absolute genuine old tomes. Thick set heavy leather bound tomes. I ran my fingers over the impressed leather symbols and felt the heavy reassuring weight.

I then spent a good hour flicking through them. I was surprised at the remarkable detail inside. Each were filled with what appeared to be spells. The language strange, yet using the roman based alphabet that English uses and with English descriptions of what each did. Some seemed fairly easy. Others harder. And at the back of each there were even some very complex rituals and notes on how to create your own rituals. One book seemed to be involving magic of the mind. The other magic of the body. I could only imagine this must have been a very detailed prop used in a movie, for I had no idea why anyone else would create such elaborate books.

But then I decided, just for the fun of it to try one of the spells. A spell to change my hair color to blond. And to my utter shock. It worked.

So it seemed they were genuine after all. Though I flicked through the book on the mind I did not dabble with it too much. Spells of control seemed wrong to me, as did spells of possession and mind reading. And the body swap spell, needed someone else for that. And I was not going to attempt that on someone unwilling.

So the book of the body I dabbled with. First of all the little cosmetic changes like with the hair. And of course giving myself a bigger cock. And then moving onto full transformations. It was amazing what could be accomplished, and I even started to master transforming my clothes at the same time.

Being an actor, I tried out all sorts of forms. Old men. Young boys. Skinny, fat, tall small. You name it. I guess it soon came time to try out being a woman.

Maybe I should not have decided to try it out whilst I was feeling horny. I had been playing around on the internet, watching some porn and getting involved in some virtual sex on second life when I decided why not try it out, and maybe get some sexy pics in the flesh.

So when I decided to transform myself into a woman. It was not just your average woman I was going for, or even your classic next door type. But I was going for a body that would make porn stars jealous.

After just a few seconds the change was complete and I was astonished at the change. Despite imagining in my mind in order to cast the spell, the reality was so much better. A body to die for. Large, firm breasts, a thin waist flaring out into wide child bearing hips and a fully peachy arse.

I gazed at myself in the mirror for ages, posing and looking at myself from different angles whilst marvelling at the feel if this body, the sensations.

The centre of gravity took a little adjusting too. The heavy sway of my breasts as I moved was delicious. The absence of a cock and balls. But it did not feel like there was nothing more. I had the sensation of having a pussy and clit.

It all felt so right. It was a confusing feeling. I had male all my life. Tried out plenty of male bodies. And yet I had never felt so complete in my own skin as I did now.

I of course tried it out again the next day. And the next and the next. It started becoming an obsession. I never bothered with male forms anymore. And I did not really change much from the first form apart from changing the hair a bit from time to time.

What was the normal for me, became an experience. Eating as a woman, exploring the difference in taste and the lighter appetite. Food was no longer something I wolfed down. It was something I savoured now. I ate a lot less when in my female form and yet I enjoyed eating so much more. I discovered alcoholic drinks I did not like before I loved now. I discovered how much I loved drinking wine.

Then of course there was bathing. First I showered of course which was a wonderful experience in itself. But I moved onto actually having a bubble bath. It was divine. Rubbing the soaps into my flesh. Feeling my sexy feminine body. I am sure I came close to orgasm just bathing. And then of course I had fun rubbing baby oil into my skin after.

Pretty soon the sex toys I ordered online arrived. I had wanted to properly try masturbating as a woman within a few days of changing. But I decided to hold back and order myself some toys.

Oh god the pleasure women have. I tried dildo’s and vibrators, eggs and butt-plugs. And for the first time I experienced female orgasms. They came so easily to me and was like nothing I had ever imagined. I suddenly realised not only was masturbating as a man ruined for me, I think even sex as a man was. Just using these toys as a woman gave me so much more pleasure then I ever had as a man.

I bought lots of clothes too. At first online guessing my sizes, then for the first time risking going out as a woman to shop. As a man I found clothes shopping boring and mundane. As a woman it was magical.

I knew I was starting to get addicted. But I could not help myself. I started casting it an hour before going to bed. Then going to sleep transformed which gave sleeping a whole new dimension. I had incredibly erotic dreams. I even started to dream about being with men.

When I woke, back in my male body I had mixed feelings on these dreams. Part of me was trouble by how much I enjoyed of me, the other part excited about what I would dream about the next night.

I even ended up buying more feminine bed-sheets for my bed. And luxuriated beneath them in my sexy feminine form.

Little did I know for several days someone was watching me through my bedroom window. And due to him, my life would never be the same.

One night I had undergone my usual transformation and had decided to try out watching a girly movie to see if I would appreciate it more as a woman. I dressed up sexily and had a couple of glasses of wine and found I really do love the rom-coms now, or at least whilst in this form. I was also quite tipsy. I certainly could not handle alcohol the same way I usually could.

Knowing I had about an hour left before I would change back I decided to go to bed. I stripped off my clothes and climbed under the sheets and was soon asleep.

Pretty soon I started to have strange dreams. They were a little troubled and disturbed at first. And then I murmured in my dream. “I will do anything you want.”

Then my dreams went back into the erotic. I saw a shape in my dreams. A man whose features I could not make out over me. I suddenly felt a little chill and then the man started to enter me. It felt so..real. Like no other dream I had had before. Stiff and warm and very thick. So much better than the dildo. Too real.

I woke up with a start and to my shock I saw a man over me. His cock buried a few inches inside me.

He was a strong looking black man completely naked. His skin like ebony. His form muscles and strong. I looked at his face and then down at that cock. So long and thick and hard. The veins sticking out. A perfect specimen of cock.

I was about to scream out when he said…

“Do not scream. Do not struggle. You will do nothing to try and get away. You will do whatever I command.”

As he made each command I felt compelled to obey them. I gazed up at him my eyes wide in shock and a little fear. I realised he must have used one of the mind control spells from the books.

I could feel that cock inside me, just a few inches yet it already felt like it was filling me, stretching me. And my body betrayed me. I found myself getting wet.

He grinned down at me.

“I’ve been watching you for a few nights now. Turning yourself into this slutty body each night. Dressing up in sexy clothes. Playing with yourself. In the day you are a sad little man not worthy to swing a cock. In the night you are a slut. A sexual goddess to be conquered. Well here I am little slut. Here to show you what it truly is to be a woman.”

“But..how…why…” I started to ask.

“You beat me to it. You little slut you outbid me.” For the first time I could see a little anger in him, but it soon ebbed away.

“Maybe I should have put a much bigger bid to put off people like you. But I thought everyone who came across it’s listing would think it a joke. And I only checked it’s status ten minutes before you made a bid. I had been after these books for years. And finding them put on eBay by god knows who…I had to have them. They were my ticket to riches and the woman of my dream. So when I found myself outbid…..well I had to track down the man who did it.”

He gave a big white grin.

“And when I did. I found that same man was using them. And using them to transform himself into a woman. And not just any woman. A slutty woman. The woman of my dreams. You gave yourself the kind of body I would have given some woman once I found the books and made her my girl. Well now I don’t have to. You will give me the books willingly and you will become my slutty girlfriend. I’m going to make a choice for you you were not man enough to make for yourself. I am going to make you this slut forever.”

I looked at him in horror. He knew all about the spell I had cast. If a man came in me I would be stuck and reality would change so that it seemed to everybody but him I had always been this female version. I then realised he must have already snuck into my home a few times to learn some of the spells.

“No..you can’t. I am a man….take the books..but let me go.”

“You have already proved you are no man. You are far more comfortable as a slut. You do this every night. Well why not forever and let a true man take control of your life.”

He slid his cock into me a few more inches and reached with his strong hand to grasp one of my large breasts. “Mmm your nipples are hard already. And your pussy is nice and wet. I am going to fuck you now girl. But when I get near I will give you a last choice.”

And with that he drove that big dark cock deep into my pussy. I felt it stretching me out in a way my dildo never could. And the feel. So thick and hard and hot. Those throbbing veins inside me. Inch by inch he pushed it into me. Deeper and deeper. I watched it disappearing into my moist pussy until I felt his falls resting against my ass.

“Oh yeah. So tight baby. Perfect. Mmm time to make you a true woman.” He said as he started to slide in and out.

The feel of this cock starting to thrust in and out of me drove me wild. I arched my back feeling wonderful tingles of pleasure flow throughout me. He arched his head down and started to suck on one of my tits.

I found myself gasping with pleasure as he increased his pace, thrusting into me relentlessly. At first he was calm and measured, but now he was becoming more and more animalistic grinding that massive shaft into my body, his cock dominating me.

A war raged in my mind. My old male self wanting this to stop. The pleasure so good I knew I could become lost in it. But my female self wanted it. Wanted more and more. Wanted to submit to the pleasure. Submit to this strong powerful man, become his slut and let him use me.

He slowed down the pace again. Easing his cock in and out of me. He looked down at me below him. My small, curvy form trapped beneath his strong powerful masculine body. Her ground his cock into me, circling the motions and driving me wild.

I felt my pleasure building. Getting better and better as it went along.

“You love this don’t you? Don’t lie to me. You love being fucked by a black man. Love being a woman used and dominated. Love feeling a thick cock deep inside you.”

“Yes….yes oh fuck yes..it feels so good…” cried out. Unable to lie.

He grinned that white toothy grin again and started to fuck me again wildly. Ramming that hard cock into me causing my large breasts to bounce around wildly on my chest. I started letting out little girlish squeals of pleasure.

“Oh god…oh god…feels so good…love the feel of a cock inside me…”

The pleasure continued to increase and I knew I would climax soon.

As if sensing this he pulled out until just the head of his cock was in me. I felt it throbbing. A big beast that conquered my body.

“Here’s your choice now girl. I can stop now. Pull out and by my reckoning in a matter of minutes you will turn back into your old form. Or I can ram this hard throbbing cock deep back inside you and make you my slut forever.”

I whimpered gazing up at him. At the choice he gave me. If I asked him to pull out I could go back to my old life. But I knew he would take the books and I would never be able to change again. But on the other hand I would also never be able to change again, but I would be stuck in this sexy body I had come to love. And get fucked in it every day.

“Please…fuck me..make me your slut.” I begged.

He grinned once more and started to ram that huge slab of black man-meat back inside me.

Oh my did it feel good. That throbbing beast stretching me out as my pussy quivered around it. I was getting closer and closer. And then I came.

I felt a huge orgasm explode inside me causing me to squirm beneath him as I screamed out in pleasure. My pussy spasmed around his cock milking it as I writhed.

It must have been too much for him as I felt his cock jerk and then explode inside me pumping all that thick rich seed deep into my womb. The feel of all the cum spewing into me increased my orgasm and I moans and groaned beneath him.

He seemed to pump pints of cum into me when suddenly he pulled out and started jerking his cock. More and more cum sprayed out from his dark shaft spraying over my stomach and my huge titties and even hitting me on the chin and lips. I could not believe the amount he had marking me as his little white cum slut as the sticky warm mess rained down over me.

“Yeah slut. Take it. Take my thick jizz. You are my slut now. Now suck it clean.” He said thrusting it between my large breasts, the tip emerging near my face.

I moved my head down and took the head between my lips sucking it and swirling my tongue over the head. Tasting a mix of my juices and his cum. It tasted divine as I felt his sticky load on my skin and deep in my pussy.

And suddenly there was a tingle throughout my body as his cum swirled in my womb and I knew I was stuck as a woman forever.

After that it was not long before he was ready to go again. I learnt he had cast the virility spell on himself which gave him a huge amount of cum and meant he was soon ready to fuck again. He flipped me onto all fours and took me from behind which I loved.

Over the next few days He fucked me several times a day. I learnt the joy of sucking a man’s cock. I loved it. Never could imagine I would love performing a task so much but I did.

He even introduced me to anal. At first it hurt, but after awhile I stated to get into it. Started to like it. It felt especially good if I rubbed my pussy and clit at the same time.

I found it was true my whole life had changed. Everybody thought I had been born a girl. I found a new set of memories start to arise in my brain of my female life. Though the memories of my other life, my true life as a man never left me. But everybody apart from myself and my new man thought I had always been this way.

He soon had me introducing him to my family and friends as my boyfriend. And when we did so he always showed himself to be a perfectly acceptable gentleman. Polite and pleasant to be with. My parents loved him and were dropping huge hints they wanted me to marry him and bring them grand-kids.

I don’t know what he did with those books. But whatever spells he was casting was certainly bringing him in a lot of money.

But within a month he came home one day and told me he had got rid of them. Left them in a library somewhere.

“I have got what I wanted. I got me a girl. I got me enough money to keep us comfortable for life. I could be greedy and try for more. But I researched those books long before I got a hold of them. I know they disappear in the end. Like they have a mind of there own they always move on. And I know those that use them too much can find things backfire.”

I was not sad to see them go. They had changed my life forever. I had come to love being a woman. My man’s little slut. What started with lust was fast becoming love, and I knew he felt the same way. I was his little slut in private and I enjoyed being that. But in public I was his girlfriend. And soon to be wife after he proposed to me.

I know he started things with me under his spell and forcing himself upon me. But I forgave him. He released me from the mind spell and gave me my freewill. And it was under this freewill that I accepted his proposal.

Soon I shall be a happy housewife whilst he goes out to bring in the money from the business he set up. And I know once married we will be trying for kids. And he said he wants a load.

eBay changed my life.


ps. I wish Ebay would change my life like this.