Wishes

  Must hold out... Must not give in... Oooh, so seductive. Like butterfly wings across my skin. My soft woman’s skin... NO! Must Focus! I’m a Man! But did a man ever feel such tenderness? Such desire? Their fingers dance across my body. A body alien to me, yet one that’s becoming seductively familiar. A body that’s responding to the caresses in ways I’m unfamiliar with but am growing to love. They fondle my breasts and the tweaking of my nipples sends little jolts of pleasure to my crotch where a heat is building...OHHH, the heat! The caresses become more frantic. They encourage me to spread my legs. To let the heat escape. To welcome…NO! That’s what he wants! Look at him standing there all male and confident. He changed me into this week female and set his slave girls on me. Slaves who were once men like me or the man I used to be. Now I’m a woman like them. A woman who if she gives in, will be a slave to her desires, her lusts. Must...Keep...Legs...Crossed! Look at him standing t...

   "I don't understand", you say, trying to ignore the damp swimsuit clinging too close between your legs. "What's not to understand. It's a magical pool that guarantees one perfect night." "I get that," your shapely thighs slide past one another, magically shaved to a buttery glean, "But does the pool think I can't have an perfect night as a man?" He smirks at you and for some reason you're embarassed how that makes you feel. "Maybe," he muses, "Although I just assumed it was because we have the pool to ourselves for the night. And the most fun two people can have is with one of us as a man, and one of us as a woman." "So...", you squirm, every moment more uncomfortable in your skin, more aware of your heaving breasts, and what he want to do to your body, "Why did I have to be the woman? Why not you?" "Maybe it knew you'd have more fun as the woman." "Yeah right, you...