Spindizzy's tales of transformation

 It was all I could do to keep myself from screaming when I woke up to find myself with the body of a lingerie model. I'd wished to be young and attractive again, but I'd never dreamed the magic idol might do this to me! The biggest suprise, though, once my initial panic had passed, was how comfortable I felt in my lovely new skin.  The longer I gazed at the beautiful woman in my mirror, the more the man I was felt like a distant memory.  The more my thoughts turn to what my new new life might be like and what kind of men I might want to share it with.

  "God damn pervert" Mack "The Knife" Heathfield seathed inwardly "Damn freak, turning me into a fucking chick, dressing me up like a sissy doll. When I get loose, I'll..."  The transformed hitman's train of thought trailed off as he was forced to admit the truth. There was nothing he could do. The man he'd been sent to kill had powers Mack couldn't hope to understand. He"d transformed Mack's body with just a wave of his hand. He was like a wizard or something! Now he had tits and and something warm and wet between his legs. He could continue to rant and rage in the confines of his head, but outwardly, he was forced into the appearance of simpering submission.  The indignity was almost more than he could bear, and judging from the old man's lustful leer, things were only going to get worse from here.

 Oh god, what have I done? I had a good life. A prestigious career, a loving wife and family, and I traded it all away to live in this girl's hot little body. Now I'm a waitress flirting with creepy guys for tips just to make rent on my shithole apartment. My back hurts from carrying these tits around  and my period is due again any day now. But even with all that, I can't bring myself to switch back when touching my pussy feels this good!