Making Sense of the Magic Pool

 

 "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're an asshole-"

"Or it knew that you would be the more beautiful woman."

You stop figdeting. Your belly goes hot and you press your legs together.

"You...you think I'm beautiful."

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

You blush profusely, ever more in the palm of his hand every moment that passes. He'd done the blessing carefully, guaranteeing the pool would see him refined to the peak of carved masculinity, while you became his perfect inverse, a plush and pliable feminine icon. If you'd known the steps to take you could've found youself the ideal man while he became your toy. But instead, now you let his honeyed words tell you what you are, what the pool saw, and what you didn't know you wanted. So when he pulls you close, uses your curves for his pleasure, makes you coo and moan and ahh, you believe this was your fate: you were made to be his concubine. And so, in your defeat, you will love the plush surrender of his domination.

After all, if in the end one of you had to be a woman...now as you blush and preen and spread your legs before him, it seems so obvious that it was always meant to be you. Right?