Spindizzy's tales of transformation

 When Carl ran out of money to bet he'd found a new kind of game. A secret backroom club where shadowy figures promised him everything he'd lost and more if he would stake all he had left. With his body, his masculinity, and his freedom on the line he bet it all on black only to watch it come up red.  He'd been a loser all his life and now he'd finally lost it all Still, as Carla swayed across the casino floor, following her new owner to start her new life working in his strip club she couldn't help but feel she was the real winner in the end. 

  Hey there high roller and welcome to the real high stakes table.  You'll be gambling more than money here.  Risking it all to win more than you can imagine and when then dealings done we'll see if you're a Joker or a Queen.

The rules of the game where simple. Once they had swapped bodies with the three women the men were blindfolded. If they could correctly identify their own cock when they sucked it they'd get their body back and the woman would be their plaything for the weekend. But if they guessed wrong they'd remain female and have to service the rest of the group for a whole week. This was the fifth weekend they played and the guys had yet to make a single correct guess. If they didn't know better the girls might have thought they were losing on purpose...

Lord Carington Worthly-Smythe had been born to a life of wealth and privilege, his every need met. Every need except one, excitement. As the heir to a great estate he was not allowed to risk his life seeking adventure or risk his reputation seeking romance. Instead he had to find other ways to fill his day. He soon found what he was looking for at the gaming tables. He became a legend in the exclusive gambling houses of Mayfair wining and losing fortunes on the turn of a card. He seemed to live a charmed life but eventually even his luck and money ran out. When the croupier announced that the house would no longer be extending his credit he pleaded to be allowed just one more chance. He didn’t even care about the money he just needed the thrill to go on. Anything to escape the tedium of his life for just a little longer, anything for the adventure to continue. They took him to a private room and sat him at a card table across the green base a young woman sat, her slim fingers shuf...