New Tricks

 

Picture, Gabbie Carter

"Oh shit it's my wife," the green eyed girl squeaked in alarm at the sound of a car pulling into the drive.

"Your wife?" I asked my cock still buried in her pussy "Wait, you're married? And gay?"

"It's a little more complicated than that," she admitted pulling away leaving me frustratingly close to the edge of release "Fuck, I can't let her find us like this, not after last time."

I opened my mouth to ask what the hell she meant when she spoke a few words in an unfamiliar language and suddenly a short balding man stood in place of the silver haired babe I'd been screwing moments before.

"Sorry babe," he said as I gaped open mouthed at his transformation "I hate to cut the party short but I can't afford another divorce. Maybe I'll see you around some time?"

A few more words in that odd language and abruptly I was back in the bar where we met. Fully clothed and still achingly hard. 

Over the next few weeks I spent a lot of time at that bar hoping to meet her(him?) again and get some answers. I even tried driving out to the suburbs to look for the house where she'd taken me but nothing seemed familiar. In the end I almost convinced myself that it had all been a dream or a hallucination except... It had felt so real, the smell of her perfume, the feel of of her pussy enveloping my cock, I couldn’t have imagined all that, surely? 

Then there was the words, the spell as I'd come to think of it. The strange alien langue she'd spoken that still rattled around in my head so clear I could almost understand them.

"fo kniht m'I eno eht" I muttered the spell aloud pacing back and forth in my apartment for another sleepless night "otni em mrofsnarT!"

My vision blurred and suddenly everything felt different. The room seemed bigger and my balance was all wrong. I staggered catching my balance in time to keep from falling but making my breasts swing uncomfortably beneath me. 

"Wait breasts? I don't have..." I squeaked grabbing at the huge tits that now hung from my chest "Oh my god, I do! I'm a fucking girl!"

Not just any girl, I saw running to stare at my altered reflection in the bathroom mirror. I was her, the girl from that night. My hair was a golden honey blonde instead of silver white but otherwise I was an exact copy, from her dazzling green eyes right down to the tattoos on her perfect smooth skin. 

Magic, that was all I could think as I ran my hands over the body I'd been obsessing over all these weeks. I'd been calling it that ever since I'd seen her transform into him that night but a stubborn rational part of my brain had refused to accept it. I'd expected to find her sooner or later and learn how the trick was done, a clever illusion or maybe hypnosis but now I knew. It was no trick. The long hair tickling my shoulders the sway of my hips, the growing heat between my legs where my new pussy lay, it was all real.  

The next thing I new I was spread eagled on my bed and rubbing myself to a shattering orgasm. Following it up with a second and then a third that left me a twitching gasping mess and still somehow wanting more. 

Since that first time I've learned to control the power better. I can become anyone I can picture clearly, even give myself clothing and jewellery to suit my form. I've been all kinds of people, celebrities, sports stars, ex-girlfriends, even guys sometimes but Gabbie, as I've been calling myself when I'm in the body of that green eyed girl, is still my favourite. I love how it feels to be her, not just the sex but everything about being a woman feels better than it ever was as a man. One day soon I think I'll stop turning back into the old me completely and become Gabbie full time. And if I ever do run into the person that gave me this power I'll show them exactly how grateful I am for it.