Gender Bending Investigations - Part 1
By Farleven

 "You've got to be kidding me." I threw up my hands and fell back into my chair. Walt just stared at me stone faced. I glared back at him. It wasn't possible. Hell, it was crazy! What kind of madness was sweeping our agency that he'd even think to suggest such a thing?

"No, Max, I'm not." He pulled open the file that was on his desk. He still liked to work with paper files, at least when possible. His computer wasn't gathering dust in a corner, but when he wanted to really dig into a case he liked it all on paper. I grimaced at that, if he'd printed this out, he really was serious.

"Surely, we have female agents that could do this." I shot back. It wasn't like it was the first time we'd had to use women to infiltrate an organization. We didn't like to go that route, as the stress and demands were well outside of the norm, but some cases demanded extreme measures. This one certainly did.

"We do, we have some excellent women in the department, and despite the fact that we've already lost four good agents to this case, I have could pick three women right off the top of my head that would be able to get all the way inside Patrick Oswald's inner circle within a few weeks. The problem is they wouldn't know what to do once they got there." Walt reached over his cluttered desk to hand me the profile sheet on Oswald.

It wasn't like I needed it. He was the premier industrialist who'd managed to successfully merge half a dozen new technologies into a financial and manufacturing empire that dwarfed any such attempt in history. In just five years, he'd managed to use his skills at managing consumer demand, automated manufacturing and drone delivery to drastically cut his costs and allowed him to reap enormous profits that he used to buy up even more industries. There was simply no more powerful man alive.

If his public persona wasn't compelling enough, I'd been tasked with investigating some of his earlier business dealings before his breakout success. I'd spent most of the last five years following his every deal and watching his empire grow like an infection around the world. I could see there was a taint, something wrong, that I'd not been able to unearth. The fact that four of our agents sent for in depth investigations had already disappeared only made my fears stronger.

I shook my head. "I may know all his deals and probably half his computer systems. But still, it's crazy."

"You know we've been doing this for the last three years right? It's not always so extreme, but it's the best way to ensure you don't get busted while in deep cover. You'll basically be immune from DNA checks and you know the background guys are wizards at filling in your cover story." Walt laid it out there. He didn't come to me with hypotheticals. This was a serious proposition, and I knew that other agents in the back office were already hard at work building the new me.

"Yeah, but a woman? And not just for appearances sake, you know for this to work, I'm going to have to basically seduce him or at least let him think he seduced me." My stomach twisted a bit from saying it out loud. It was unreal. Full body DNA augments had been around for almost a decade. What started out as a way to more reliably lose a few pounds or fix baldness, had progressed into virtual rewrites and even crazier changes in some fringe groups. Over the last few years it had even progressed to full gender swapping. Men could become women over the course of a week, right down to the DNA. All the old sloppy surgeries and hormone pills that still resulted in somewhat ambiguous results were gone.

The science of it was fascinating, and the social impact was enormous. The old wars over homosexuality and transgender policy exploded and then faded away as the sex line became as easy a choice as gender was. If you were born female and wanted to be male, a simple treatment plan made it happen and once it finished no one could ever guess that you hadn't been born that way. Even a thorough medical check wouldn't show the artificial source after the transformation. Once the treatment was over, within a week, the only people who could know would be those that had been told.

"You know I wouldn't ask this lightly, but our last agent thought he was onto something really big before he went dark. We need someone to get inside his home. The security is impossible and we don't have enough evidence to get the level of warrant we need to do it with uniformed agents. If you're right, then we can't wait very long to confirm what we suspect and come up with a plan to deal with it." Walt continued to make sense. I hated him for that.

He was right that I was the best person for the job. If I could get in and get access to his private data network, I knew just what to look for. Any other agent would have to be trained, and it would take too long to cram five years worth of background information into their head. It didn't help any that I also had a photographic memory, it was what made me so good at my job, and that wasn't a skill I could just hand over to anyone. I didn't know any agents with the right match of skills to pull this off within the next few months, but that didn't make me feel any better about the assignment.

"Damn it." I grumbled and tossed the papers back at him. We both knew I couldn't turn down the assignment. It was simply too important. Hell, I was the one who'd written the reports that had expanded the investigation in the first place. Whatever it was that was fueling Oswald's rise to the top of the corporate and political world was undoubtedly sinister. We had to find out what it was before he finished his latest round of projects. Deep in my gut I knew that he was scheming to control more than just a financial empire.

"Good. I know time is of the essence, but given the circumstances, if you want to take the night and take care of personal business, I think we can handle the delay." Walt started organizing the papers back into his file.

I fell back into my chair for a moment. I hated to admit that I didn't have much personal business to handle. The last few years had been something of an obsessive devotion to this case. I hadn't ever been the most social person before I'd joined the agency, and the long hours had helped convince any remaining friends to stop calling. I didn't even want to think about the fact I hadn't been on a date in years. The sad fact was I really had no reason to delay. I didn't even have a cat that would miss me.

"No, we shouldn't waste any more time than we have to. I assume you've already gotten the DNA team working on the new me." I stood up. If there was one thing I was good at, it was throwing myself at my work. If I was going to go through with this, I didn't want to give myself the time to think up new objections. It was better to just ride the shock through and commit.

"They've finished up. I can have them prep the treatment chamber. It's down on level C." Walt had his phone to his ear before I could take a single step. He was almost as anxious as I was. The truth was, agents didn't go missing very often, and losing several on the same case was unprecedented. Walt wanted answers and as much lead time for staving off bigger problems as he could get. I appreciated his concern, both for the team, and the mission. I knew he'd have my back if he could.

I gave him a curt wave and headed for the elevator. There was certainly an unreal feeling to this little stroll. If I didn't go running away before I got to level C, this would be the last time in a while that I'd be walking around as a guy. My mind reeled at the notion. I'd been aware of the tech for a while. I'd even gone in for a few more standard procedures to cure a few of my old football injuries. I'd know a few old guys who'd gone for the whole rejuvenation package and had come back looking forty years younger.

The world had mostly flown by without me though. As I worked my way up the investigative division, I'd tuned out most of the outside reality. The social changes that came from this near immortality and body sculpting technology was little more than academic knowledge. I'd not really existed outside the agency in so long I didn't really know the world I'd be stepping into.

Try as I might, I couldn't deny an innate curiosity. Given my crappy luck with women, I was especially curious about their perspective. The highly organized world of my office was in firm opposition to the chaos that seemed to come whenever I got involved with a girl. Their motivations always seemed a bit incomprehensible to me, and certainly their methods were maddening almost as much as they were alluring. It wasn't that I didn't like women, I just couldn't seem to bridge that gap and really connect with them. The thought of becoming a girl just dredged up all those questions, and I wasn't sure what to think.

By the time I was riding the elevator, I had a hard time not thinking about how different it must be to be a girl. My mind couldn't help but drift to thoughts of breasts and pussy, and the notion that I wouldn't have anything dangling between my legs at least until I managed to finish this assignment. That was enough to send cold shivers up my spine. I had to fight down an urge to stop on another level and just bolt. Was I really going to go through with this?

In the end, I managed to avoid embarrassing myself. Walt was counting on me. I knew just how important the job was, and I couldn't just back out. There was no one else who could step up and do this. That meant I had to go through with it. Half the population managed to survive being female, I could certainly do it for a few months for a worthy cause.

"Agent Tinnel?"

I had to shake my head before I realized that the elevator had stopped and left me standing in front of the level C reception desk. It took another moment for me to see the surprisingly hot young woman standing in front of the desk in a lab coat and holding a clipboard. The image was almost laughably stereotypical right down to the black rimmed glasses and the bun of brunette hair on the top of her head.

"Uh... yeah, that's me." I stammered and got off the elevator.

"A little nervous, huh?" She smiled and held out her hand. "I'm Dr. Niemand, but you can call me Louise. I'll be handling your adjustment."

"Doctor? But aren't you..." I stood looking at the girl who couldn't be much more than twenty five. I wouldn't even have been surprised if that was being generous. Her skin was perfect, not a line or wrinkle, or even a hint of makeup. It wasn't until I realized just how rare such a natural beauty was that my mind started to catch up.

"A little young?" She laughed and did a wickedly sexy little spin that managed to somehow look graceful even as she showed off every generous curve she had squeezed into her lab coat. "And just where are you right now Agent Summer?"

"So you've gone through a full rejuvenation..." I gaped a bit. It was hard being so close to a woman that clearly knew just how stunning she was and wasn't afraid to show off that fact.

"Oh, so naive." She bounced over and gave me a pat on the head. Then she handed over her clipboard. "I like to show this to agents coming down for their first adjustment. I know it makes things easier when you know you're in experienced hands."

I stared at her for a moment before I glanced down at the clipboard. There was a big picture of an old man, probably in his fifties, in a lab coat with dark rimmed glasses. It wasn't such a remarkable photo, aside from the name on his agency badge, Dr. Louis Niemand.

My eyes darted back to the young woman patiently standing in front of me with a wide, knowing smile carved into her face. I didn't need to ask the obvious question. She just laughed and nodded before striking another alluring pose.

"Curiosity got the better of me, what can I say?" She chuckled and took the clipboard back. "Now, shall we get on with things, I do have other agents to attend to today."

"Sure..." I wavered for a moment as she strutted down the hallway. I had to pull my jaw off the floor as I watched her tight ass swaying with every step. I shook my head and followed after her, a bit ashamed of myself for the fact that I couldn't stop staring at her as she walked. I so rarely ran into such an unabashedly sensual woman that my cock wasn't about to allow me to think about the fact that she hadn't always been one.

She opened up a small room and ushered me in. Aside from the antiseptic smell, there wasn't much in the room aside from a hospital bed and some monitor equipment.

"Now, since we're in a hurry, we're going to go with a full treatment and conditioning combo. I'm going to give you the DNA alteration injections and then we'll put you on a special IV that'll help fuel your body through the changes. The full treatment is a bit uncomfortable, so we'll keep you under for the whole process. That'll give us the chance to run the mental conditioning treatments as well. So in about a week you'll wake up to a whole new feminine you." Louise motioned towards the bed. I had to let all that information process.

"What, mental conditioning? I thought I was just getting a new body." I shuddered. Even that notion was enough to make me nervous. The thought of having my brain messed with was even worse.

"Sorry, I thought the director had briefed you." She took a deep breath and motioned for me to sit down. There were a couple of short stools and she sat down across from me.

"Okay, this is for a deep cover mission, right?" She asked.

"Well, yeah." I nodded.

"Right, then think about it. Despite my proclivities, we don't usually do gender reassignments here. There are a lot of core behaviors that are different between the sexes, believe me. Now, what would you do if some guy moves up close behind you and grabs your ass?" Her matter of fact gaze just cutting through my reservations.

"I'd probably jump to the moon and try to punch him." I replied.

"Which would be appropriate sometimes, but would you ever consider pushing your ass onto his hand, and maybe snuggling up against him?"

"Ah..." I looked away as I thought it through.

"It's more than just that, you can't really force yourself to have the right reactions. One way or the other, you need to train yourself to behave in character. Our mental conditioning program will help you with that. It'll also help get you past some of the harder things, like reassigning your sexuality so you can be comfortable with an attraction to men, and giving you a demeanor that your target will find alluring." She explained. It all made a twisted kind of sense. I didn't know the first thing about being a girl, much less any kind of nuance. Just having the right curves wouldn't be enough. Oswald was a smart guy and he'd figure that out all too quickly.

"Damn, that's just so wrong." I shook my head. "But, I get it. I guess I should get started before my feet get any colder."

She laughed at that and pulled out a hospital gown. "You're going to need this. I promise not to peek while you change."

I grabbed the gown. She was busy prepping things and I quickly switched out my clothes. I couldn't quite believe I was going to do this for real. I was used to taking orders, but this was a whole different deal. I wasn't normally even a field agent. I couldn't deny the need though, and that was the issue. We had to find out what Oswald was up to, and this was likely to be the fasted way. I didn't doubt that Walt had other plans in motion. He wasn't about to put all his eggs in one basket.

"Okay, I guess I'm ready." I stood there, with my ass hanging out of the back of the damn gown. This was my last chance to back out, but I took a deep breath and held my place. I wasn't going to let myself look like a fool now.

"Great. Now, just relax. The injection won't hurt much, and when you wake up on the other side, it'll all feel strangely natural." Louise held up a syringe and pressed it into my upper arm. "Okay, let's get you into bed before the sedative starts kicking in."

I let her guide me up and I slid onto the hospital bed. It wasn't particularly comfortable, but I knew it wouldn't matter much in a few minutes. I could already feel the serum kicking in as she pulled up the covers for me.

"Just dream good dreams and I'll see you in a week." She smiled as everything started to fade out. I didn't try to fight it. In fact, it was rather relaxing, a smooth drift into oblivion.

***

As smooth as I'd dropped off, coming back seemed to take forever. I couldn't say that I was dreaming, or exactly what it was, but my mind raced. Images and thoughts seemed to jumble together and fall away before something else jumped to the top of my mind. It wasn't like a dream, there was no crazy story that I was following.

There was simply too much to keep track of. A flash of insight would fade out before I could truly consider it. A picture would form and then explode while I tried to recognize it. Everything was a mess. It wasn't a nightmare nor a fantasy. I had no words to describe the sensation.

I was lost in this storm of the mind for untold time. There just wasn't a sense to it, and I simply rode the waves. Every once in a while I would seem to collect myself enough to wonder if this was what insanity felt like, but even that disturbing notion was pushed aside before I could seize upon its implications.

When the world finally started to come together again, I don't know how long I stayed on my back, staring up at the ceiling. I was wondering why everything looked so blurry and waiting for my perceptions to shift again. I must have stayed like that for a while though, it certainly felt like forever. When a door opened and someone came in, the novelty of linear action seemed to finally break through my expectations. I really was awake!

I blinked again, still staring upwards. The light in the room felt like morning somehow, not the normal glow of fluorescents but actual sunlight. I turned to look towards the sound, and spotted a blurry figure in white stepping towards me. It was a nurse, I realized as she came into better focus as she approached my bed.

"Why are you so blurry?" I asked. A jolt shot through me as I heard my words echo in my ears. I sounded so wrong, after a lifetime of hearing myself, I sounded so much lighter. I hesitated to think that I sounded almost feminine.

The thoughts started to connect after that. One part of my mind reacted in shock, while another was hardly surprised. Of course I sounded like a girl! I had to have expected that, and yet in my fuzzy state, I had almost forgotten why I was lying here in the first place. I'd never really considered the finer details of the transformation, I hadn't given myself time to prepare.

"Sorry?" The nurse asked as she leaned in. She was cute, almost too young for such a job, with cropped blonde hair and a button nose. An idle part of my mind wondered if she'd been a guy as well. Maybe it was a thing around here.

"Why is everything so blurry?" I sat up a little and looked around. I was starting to come out of the haze I'd been in, but my sight was still just as bad. I held up a hand and realized that it was in focus. Somehow, I'd become nearsighted! It was rather disconcerting. I'd never needed glasses before, and now I couldn't even make out the letters on my nurse's badge despite her standing barely five feet away.

"Oh, I'll have to get the doctor to answer that. Are you feeling alright otherwise, miss?" I could hear the concern in her voice. It was just below the professional tone. I suppose it would be rather strange to hear that kind of question. People usually knew they were nearsighted.

"Yeah, just fine. I am a little thirsty though." I sat up a bit more and felt a strange jiggle and an odd weight on my chest. I let the moment of surprise pass. There wasn't any doubt what I'd find if I looked down. I suppose the only question was how busty Oswald liked his women, and it didn't take much for me to remember that detail. Almost all the women he casually dated fell into a pretty firm set of dimensions.

The strange thing was, he wasn't really so limited. It seemed like he had one kind of taste for random flings and something else entirely for his more steady relationships. I thought back to an analysis I'd done a few months ago. Oswald seemed to like dating women who could challenge him intellectually without much regard for their looks, but he liked fucking girls who fit a very tight profile. Generally, he seemed to like cute brunettes a bit shorter than him, with ample but not gargantuan assets. The dichotomy between his two different preferences had cost him more than one relationship.

The nurse brought me a glass of water before she shot out of the room. No doubt, the doctor would want to see me now that I'd woken up. All I had to do was sit here and wait for that. I savored the clean taste of water as I recovered my senses. I figured this would probably be the last bit of quiet I'd get for a while. I had a mission to get started and there was a lot of preparation I'd need to do before I'd be able to do that.

I'd barely set the glass back down when Louise burst into the room. She squealed as soon as she looked at me and did the most girlish jump and clap thing I could recall seeing since middle school. I shot her a derisive glare.

"Aww, you look so cute when you pout." She giggled at me and turned to rummage through the night stand next to my bed. I realized what the issue must have been. A fair number of people who wanted to switch sexes probably over idealized the stereotypical behavior of the other sex. So after they turn, they're likely to go overboard and exaggerate what they think of as appropriate behavior. Throw in the excitement of getting their desires fulfilled and it was easy to see how the doctor seemed locked in as an emotional school girl. That didn't make it any easier to handle her energy at this particular moment.

"Cute?" I resumed my glare as she stood up again. Now, she was holding up a big mirror. I pulled back at the sight of it. I'd been doing a good job of not thinking about how I'd changed, but it seemed like that had come to an end. I was curious, but at the same time seeing my new face would just reinforce the reality of the situation. I didn't know if I was ready for that, but I couldn't very well make her put the mirror away either.

"So cute." She smiled and lifted the mirror. I gulped and guided it up so that my new face slid into the center. I blinked at the stranger staring back at me. I sat there stunned for a moment. Louise was terribly right about one thing, the girl staring back at me was hopelessly cute.

My new face was small and round, with high cheekbones and a perky button nose. My eyes seemed like large saucers with bright green orbs staring back at me. My lips were thin, and alluring. All of this was framed by a tousled mass of long brown hair. I suddenly felt a bit short of breath and took in a few gulps of air. I didn't usually get panicked but I suddenly felt squirrelly.

"Hey, hey, it's okay." Louise reached out and rubbed my shoulder. That was enough to snap me back.

"Yeah, it's kind of a shock, though." I gave her a weak smile. I knew there was only way to get through this strange feeling though. I had to get on with my mission. "But why am I nearsighted?"

"Sorry! I almost forgot about that." She reached down into her pocket and pulled out a pair of dark rimmed glasses. I sat there and let her put them on me and suddenly everything was in focus again. "Yeah, well, part of being undercover is in establishing your identity. When we want agents to appear as people who haven't gone through an alteration we give them a random mix of natural flaws just like in the normal population. Since people who get altered almost always fix things like eyesight, that's always a natural choice."

"So, I get to be blind to throw them off the trail that I could be an undercover agent?" I grumbled a bit. I'd managed to avoid glasses for this long and now I was having them forced on me.

"In part, yes, but part of your alteration was based off the tastes of your target, and apparently he digs nearsighted girls. So here we are." She smiled.

I realized that she was right about that. Thinking back to the girls that Oswald picked, it was rare for them not to wear glasses. So now I'd have to live with it until this assignment was over.

"So, what's next?" I asked as I reached up to adjust the glasses. They weren't very heavy, and I supposed I'd get used to them. It wasn't like I didn't have enough other changes to keep me distracted.

"Oh, well, if you're up for it, we should probably go through a standard physical. The nanos do a good job of keeping you in shape despite being in bed for a week. Still, we need to check everything out just to be safe." Louise explained as I pulled off the blankets.

My sudden movements only emphasized the changes. My arms felt so thin, and my chest jiggled again as I slid out from under the covers. Everything seemed a little strange, the way my joints moved, even the way my weight shifted. I almost tipped over as I tried to slide my legs out of the bed.

"Careful now, it'll take a bit for you to get used the changes in the way your body balances. It's probably the hardest change to get used to at first. So let me help you here." She gave me her hand and I took it and slowly stood up. Despite all of the oddness, the strangest thing was the fact that I was now a bit shorter than the perky little doctor. The last time I'd seen her, I had been looking down at her, and now I had to look up slightly to meet her eyes.

"It also can take a bit getting used to being small." She smiled. "Trust me though, there are some definite advantages to that."

The way she winked at me made my stomach twist. I wasn't quite ready to think about the full depth of my new womanhood, just yet, but the look of eager lustfulness that crossed the doctors face in that moment made it impossible to avoid. I'd been trying not to notice the empty feeling between my legs, but now it suddenly seemed like an enormous void. It wasn't that I used to think of my balls a lot, but they were always in the back of my mind as I moved around and the absence was impossible to ignore now.

"Well, let's take it slow for now. You'll get used to the changes soon enough." She turned and I followed her through the back passages of the facility. It wasn't that different from any other hospital setting I'd ever been in, aside from the disproportionate number of rather fit young women and men. There weren't a lot of people that looked older than thirty and even those that seemed older had a vibrancy that seemed unusual.

"One of the perks of working here. All the treatments are free, so why not take advantage." She smiled as she noticed me checking out the nurses station. I don't think I'd ever seen a nurses station staffed entirely by well built twenty year olds. That wasn't the only thing that interested me though, I quickly noticed that looking at all those sexy women was making me feel strange. My pulse quickened, I flushed and most of all I felt a strange squishy heat building up between my legs.

It took me a moment to realize it for what it was. I was getting aroused! The sensation was both familiar and yet alien. The way my brain began focusing on sex was familiar, but the ways my body reacted were distinctly different. I resisted the urge to touch myself, but there simply wasn't any doubt that my changes really were thorough.

"Oh, and I don't know if you took the time to read the brief, but you are fully bisexual now." Louise giggled after she saw my head whip around after another hot woman in a lab coat walk by. That hit me a bit. I hadn't really thought about it. Being attracted to women was just such a normal thing, but I realized that I'd been checking out the guys as well, without really noticing.

"How can you do that?" I asked. Sure, I'd known about this part of the operation, and even monitored agents who'd been altered for undercover assignments, but I'd never really looked into the details. Now that I'd gone through the process, I had a hard time not being curious.

"Well, so much of the brain is just biochemical reactions, along with your personal wiring. All we needed to do was adjust the chemical balance in the brain along with the changes to a more feminine brain structure for the base effect. The hardest part was weakening the memory bonds that covered the cultural aspects of your masculinity. That's always the tricky part." She explained as we entered a small examination room and shut the door.

"So you didn't change my memories or anything?" I shuddered a bit at the whole notion. They'd been rummaging around in my head, which wasn't exactly something I was eager to think about.

"No, we wouldn't want to do that. No, we just made certain experiences less pronounced for your unconscious mind. Gender swaps are the hardest, especially when you come in basically straight. If we didn't alter anything, you'd end up almost asexual with a slight attraction to both sexes. You'd have your established attraction to women, but not the biological underpinning for it, and you'd have your biological attraction to men, but still have your mental aversion to that attraction that was learned behavior based off of your previous biology." She continued while she worked through the basics of a physical examination.

"So you had to make me like both men and women?" I felt a bit silly asking that. It seemed like such a strange idea, even if it did make a bit of sense.

"Exactly, we had to adjust your brain chemistry a bit in your DNA profile so that you'd have a physical attraction to women and we had to weaken any inhibitions you felt towards being sexual with a man. I know that all probably sounds pretty crazy." She took my blood pressure and added to my notes.

"Yeah, it really is kind of weird. I guess I'll have to get over it though." I smiled weakly. If I was going to complete this mission, I'd have to get used to all of that.

"Oh, don't worry about that. We've already reconditioned most of your responses, we just need to do a bit of testing to make sure it all worked." She continued through reflex tests of my fingers and toes.

"What do you mean?" I looked down at her as she poked at my big toe and watched me flinch.

"Simple." She stood up and before I could react, she slid her hands around my neck from both sides and leaned in for a big kiss. I was surprised for a moment, but then simply melted my lips into hers. When her hands slid down and began cupping and squeezing my new breasts I didn't flinch. It felt so good, and I couldn't resist pressing them into her hands. She continued like that for what seemed like an eternity before pulling away gently.

"Your reflexes were perfect, properly submissive and receptive. You didn't even flinch." She smiled. "Now, if you don't mind you should get undressed for the next part of the exam."

"What? I'm not submissive!" I squeaked as I started to slide off my hospital gown.

"Then why are you getting undressed so fast?" She laughed. It took me a second to piece it all together and then I gave her a scowl.

"Because you asked me to, this is an exam, right?" I shot back. She just laughed and gave me another pat on the head.

"Oh, you are just too cute when you're being all indignant." She smiled and then pulled back closed her eyes and took a deep breath before continuing. "Sorry, business is business and I need to be a bit more professional."

"Yeah, I'd say." I nodded as she started looking me over. I had to summon up the gumption to do the same. In all the excitement, I'd done little more than glance down. I wasn't sure I was ready to take in the full depth of my changes. Of course that was about the time that the doctor reached up again and cupped both of my breasts and gave them a good squeeze.

"Oh, fuck!" I squeaked at the sudden rush of sensation. It was strange the way my chest felt so soft and her fingers pressing into my flesh. It wasn't directly erotic, but shivers of pleasure were shooting up my spine as my chest tingled in her hands.

"Very good, you're nice and firm and clearly sensitive. Now, I just need to check one more thing up here." Louise's tone was almost mockingly dignified as her fingers slid over my softness and wrapped around my nipples. I moaned as she started rubbing her fingers around the tender nubs. Now, my new pussy started to quiver as she started to pinch at my hardening peaks.

"Wonderful. Now, can you climb up into that chair and we can finish checking you out." Louise pointed towards a gynecologist exam chair.

I gulped, but did as she asked. I understood that this was all required, despite Louise's flippant attitude. Sometimes things could go wrong with this kind of transformation. Given the extent of the changes it wasn't hard for some little thing to end up strangely shaped, wrongly placed or just missing. The technology had been in use for long enough that major errors didn't happen, but it was always good to be thorough. I kept my thoughts on the mechanics of the issues instead of letting myself consider the fact that I was about to get my new anatomy probed.

"Good. Now just relax, I know this is going to feel pretty strange but we want to make sure you're one hundred percent woman." The doctor continued as she smeared some clear jelly onto my stomach and just above my new mound. I wondered just what she was doing when she held up an ultrasonic probe.

"What are you doing?" I asked, trying not to sound as concerned as I was.

"Oh, I guess this is all a bit new to you. I'm going to take a scan of all your new woman parts and make sure everything is there and looking good. Now try to hold still, this will just take a minute." She explained as she pressed the device against my stomach and started to slide it up and down.

"Don't you need to... welll... put it... inside?" I stammered a bit, not knowing quite how to ask the question. I was almost afraid to remind her, though it wasn't like she would just skip a part of the exam.

She just laughed.

"I guess you're thinking of the old exams where you get that damn cold speculum slid all the way up your vagina. We do still need to do that sometimes, but usually only if we find something strange with our readings here. These new high resolution 3D scanners tell us almost everything we need to know, and your standard medical nanobots can detect for any infections or other standard problems. It makes this all a lot more comfortable, aside from the chair." Louise explained. She continued her work for a bit and then set the scanner aside. "Now, while the computer is running its analysis, lets clean you up and check out your new pussy."

She grabbed a towel and wiped off the jelly and then slid in between my legs. I gasped a bit as she slid her fingers over my new folds. To say it was strange was an enormous understatement. Her touch was a bit ticklish, but also sent shivers of pleasure up my spine. I was sensitive, and in some ways it mirrored the pleasure I felt when my cock was stroked, but it lacked the throbbing urgency that I had when aroused as a man. Instead, I found a growing warmth between my legs and a strange yearning to feel something inside me.

"Excellent, your little pussy is beautiful and it seems to be pretty sensitive as well. You also look really good hairless, but you'll have to shave to keep that up." She said as she pulled away. "For someone who just got railroaded into all this, you're doing very good. So let's get you dressed."

"Okay." I pulled myself out of the chair. It was a relief to be out of there and even more of a relief when Louise handed me a long robe to put on. It was a nice soft material, but fluffy enough not to make any lewd presentation of my new anatomy. If that wasn't enough, it was a nice plain white. I had been half afraid they'd make it pink.

"So, I'll have to shave?" I finally asked as I pulled the robe closed.

"Yep, just like a real woman, or at least one that hasn't had treatments. I'll have to see if I can sneak some nano hair removal cream into your budget. It's a lot easier than shaving, but they don't always like to add it to the budget." She explained. I nodded. Despite facilities like this, or maybe because of them, we didn't always have a lot of extra money in the agency.

Of course, that didn't make me feel better about the prospect of shaving. I suppose it was just another part of the female identity I now had to assume. I had to live with all the girl stuff, right down to hygiene.

"Now, don't worry too much about all that. We have a very good little training program to teach you all the stuff you need to know about living as a woman. Hair care, makeup, lingerie, menstrual care, and all that good stuff. A lot of it was already loaded in with the rest of the mental conditioning, but we like to make you go through the motions so it rises to conscious understanding." She explained.

"Great. So now that you've checked me out. What do I do next?" I asked as I stood in the exam room wearing nothing more than a robe. I didn't have clothes, a place to live, heck I didn't even know my new name. I certainly could go by Jack Tinnell anymore.

"Well, I'll transfer you to your handler for that. He'll take care of getting you set up. We have some in facility housing for undercover agents during their adjustment period. He'll give you your new background profile for you to study. From there you'll have your training and then you'll be ready to begin your assignment." She explained as she led me down the hall to the reception area.

When we rounded the last corner, I spotted him. I nearly tripped as I did. It wasn't just that he was a rather tall, well built man in a company suit. The way his eyes sparkled as they met mine made my heart skip a beat. It took a moment more my brain to catch up with where my instincts had gone. This guy was hot! I could feel my body start to warm up again just looking at him.

The reality of that arousal bounced around my head. It was so strange. Rationally, I was a bit shocked by how strong it was. I'd had that feeling around women before, but never a guy, and I knew I'd been around sexy men before. That wasn't the part that hit me the hardest though, it was the fact that it didn't really bother me all that much. I knew they'd messed with my head, but it was entirely something else to really feel how much I'd changed.

"Good afternoon, Doctor. This must be agent Tinnell." He extended his hand as I stumbled into range. "I'm Agent Raikins. I will be your handler for this assignment."

My mind tumbled around as I tried to actually think around my libido. Finally, I shoved my hand into his and shook it. "Glad to meet you. I'm... Agent Tinnell."

"Down girl." Louise giggled. I shot her a glare, but that snapped me out of my daze. For a moment, I'd somehow become a star struck school girl, and I quickly blushed as I tried to pull myself together again.

"Sorry, I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable. I suppose we should get you dressed though. That'll probably help." He remarked as he glanced down at my robe.

"Yeah, that would be great."

"Perfect, I'll take you to your room then." He moved to summon the elevator.

I took the moment to turn back to the doctor. As much as she'd grated my nerves a bit, I had to admit she'd done a good job getting me this far. "Thanks, Louise. Hopefully, I'll be able to use your services again soon."

She smiled and then pulled me in for a hug. "Take care, Agent, good luck on your assignment."

I nodded and then followed Raikins into the elevator. He stood there quietly as the elevator took off before he spoke. "I hope this isn't too weird for you. I know the gender swapping assignments always hit hard."

"Yeah, I'm not in top form today." I laughed, then looked down. It wasn't easy to see much, but it was clear that I was a girl just the same. "Though I'm probably in the best shape I've ever been. It's just a bit unnerving with the boobs and pussy among other things."

"Yeah, I hear you. I had to get swapped last year for an assignment, that's why I'm your handler. I know pretty much how your feeling right now. So if you have any questions, I'll do my best to answer them. Otherwise, I'll stand off as much as I can." He explained. I turned to look at him and he gave me a rather knowing smile and I blushed a bit more. If I took his full meaning, then he knew that I was trying my hardest not to think about how good it would feel to bang him right here in the elevator.

"Sure, so can you tell me what more I've got to do before getting into the field?" I asked. The sooner I could get my mission done, the faster I'd be able to switch back.

"Not much. We just need to confirm that your conditioning all worked and that you've got the right reflexes and instincts for a twenty something young woman. It should mostly be pretty straight forward, except for one thing." He hesitated.

"What's that?" I saw the expression on his face. It was hard to describe it exactly, but it was a degree of concern, though exactly in what way I couldn't be sure.

"Well, we need to see that you're fully comfortable with being a woman, that's a lot of basic tests like putting on makeup, getting dressed, and even how you walk and present yourself. Of course, since you're going to be on a seduction mission, that means we've got to be sure that you behave appropriately in bed as well." He tried to keep his tone professional, but his voice skipped a bit as he hit the end.

"Like, sex?" I asked to confirm. My stomach twisted a bit. The strange part of it was the mix of excitement that churned inside me along with the trepidation. The curiosity started to flare up inside me, and the small voice of my former masculinity was drowned out by the prospect.

He nodded. "You understand right?"

"Yeah, of course. I have to admit the whole idea is kind of turning me on. I feel so weird." I laughed a bit. He must have gone through this as well. At least I was lucky enough to have a handler that could relate.

"I bet. I felt like I was going crazy a bit at first. Don't worry though, our trainers are rather expert at what they do. Honestly, I've never told anyone this before, but I do kind of miss it. Not enough to change back, but I can understand those who stay women." He was nearly whispering by the end. I blushed a bit more at the whole notion. It certainly wasn't something you'd want to admit to other guys, even in a world where gender swapping had become more common.

I was rather glad that the elevator stopped, and we could turn our attention to my new quarters. He brought me down the hall and then opened up the door. I stepped through and had to admit to being a bit stunned. The room wasn't huge, but it had a great view with huge windows along the end of the living room that went all the way from the floor to the ceiling. There wasn't a balcony, but that barely diminished the effect. There wasn't much for decoration, but the furniture was top quality leather, and the living room sported a huge wide screen TV on one side and a nook kitchen with a bar on the other. A small hall by the kitchen led back to what had to be a bedroom and bath.

"Nice, isn't it." He smiled as I gaped. I just nodded. My real apartment was barely much more than a studio and was well past needing a major renovation. The rent was still more than I was comfortable with on my meager salary. By comparison, this was almost like a dream, even if it was just temporary.

"Yeah, at least field work does have some perks." I agreed while I quickly poked around.

"Now, we've also got you set up with some clothes in the bedroom. It's just a few outfits, but if you have any problems with any of it, or want something else let me know. Otherwise, I can let you settle in here, and I can get back to my wrapping up my other assignments." He explained as I popped into the bedroom.

"Yeah, I guess I can't be your only job." I took a deep breath and opened up the closet. I wasn't sure what I expected to see, but what I did find was a mix of dresses, skirts and blouses. There wasn't a pair of pants to be seen. I grumbled a bit, but supposed that it made sense, I needed to get used to being a girl, and if there was one thing that stood out for feminine clothing it was skirts.

"So are you okay in here?" He asked after I'd gone quiet. I felt my heart race a bit when he turned round the corner. I knew he was just being a good handler, but a part of me felt a weird appreciation for his concern. Having a big guy looking after me was quickly growing in its appeal.

"Yeah, just weighing my choices. I suppose the whole lack of pants was a strategic choice?" I motioned towards the hanging skirts.

"Yep. It's part of the whole psychological evaluation before we can send you out. We need you to be comfortable as a woman, and we need to see it. The only way that works is if we push you to take on the role. It wouldn't do for you to look like a woman if you were clearly uncomfortable, that might give you away, and we're not here to give the other guys wins." He explained as he stood there in the doorway. I could tell that he was looking me over. I was after all, still in just a robe, and if he was anything like the guy I had been, he was certainly undressing me with his eyes.

My first reaction to that realization surprised me more than anything else. I felt myself getting a bit turned on again, and for a moment, even considered just dropping the robe and letting him get a full view unimpeded. Then I regain my senses, or at least enough self control not to do that.

"Sounds reasonable." I turned my attention back to my closet and trying very hard not to think about my newfound appreciation for the male form. I did have to chose my new outfit after all.

"So, is there anything else I can do for you? I should get going, otherwise. We can go over the operational details tomorrow morning, I'll come by around nine to pick you up. How does that sound?" He asked. I knew he must have a good deal of other work. It was always busy around here. Still, it felt strange to be alone like this, in a strange place and in a new body.

"Are you doing anything after hours tonight? Maybe just come by and hang out." I asked. It felt like kind of a strange question to ask, but I knew I'd like the company.

"Sure, I didn't want to push or anything, but I'd be happy to stop by. I can bring dinner. How about seven?" He replied. I wondered just how much of this was scripted, but I didn't really care. I'd only have to kill a couple hours before he'd get back and then hopefully I could just relax for a while.

"Sounds great." I agreed and he showed himself out. Now I was left with figuring out my next plan. What did I want to do now that I had a couple of free hours? I was still noticeably undressed, and rather unkempt in general. There really hadn't been a chance to take care of it before now.

I decided the first thing was to take a shower. I wasn't sure if I really needed one, but somehow it just felt like the right thing to do. Of course, it didn't hurt that my curiosity was more than ready to be satisfied. Now that there was no one else to gawk, I could finally really check out the new me.

It didn't hurt anything that I had a nice full length mirror hung on the closet door. A part of my mind flashed to those fancy dressing room setups you see on TV montages with a full set of wrap around mirrors so you could see everything at once. I wasn't sure if I was a bit disappointed not to have such a thing, or grateful that I didn't. One mirror was probably enough to keep from overwhelming me.

I took a deep breath and pulled off my robe. I quickly turned to place it on the bed and then slowly turned back. Sure, I'd caught a few peeks before, but it was all from a rather top down perspective. I was a bit apprehensive about what a full frontal view would really look like.

I closed my eyes, moved into position and then opened them.

"Oh shit!" I gasped as I stared at my reflection. I let out a nervous laugh at the utterly feminine tone of my voice. I couldn't have sounded more girly if I'd tried. As strange as it was to admit, though, my new lighter voice was a perfect match for the girl I saw in the mirror.

I was certainly cute enough, especially with the dark rimmed glasses sitting on top of my button nose. My face looked a fair bit younger than the rest of my curves seemed to indicate, but I was clearly in my mid twenties. My hair was just a bit past my shoulders, and still rather unruly.

The rest of my body was built to kill. I was a bit on the shorter side, and I was nicely curved without being overwhelming. I had the chest and hips to rock just about any dress or skirt combo. I marveled a bit at my breasts, feeling their weight tugging on my chest and the way they seemed to always be moving the wrong way. For the moment at least I was still hairless for the most part below the neck. I had to agree with the doctor that it was a good look. My new pussy snuggled right between my legs with all the appropriate sexiness.

In the end, despite a bit of mousiness, I knew I'd have no problem getting pretty much any guy who liked girls to turn their head. It was a strange notion. Part of me still objected to the idea, but another voice in my head seemed to be excited about the prospect. I guessed it was all part of the conditioning process. The contrary part of me felt so much weaker. It was almost an intellectual echo of what had once been profoundly dedicated emotions. That fact was rather disconcerting, but I understood the necessity of the situation.

I was slowly starting to realize that I was looking forward to exploring my sudden womanhood. Sure, I hadn't exactly planned on it, but it was a temporary thing. In a few weeks or a couple of months at most, I'd be back in my old body living my old life. For at least a little while, I'd have a chance to see things from an entirely new perspective.

That didn't mean I wasn't nervous. I tried to think my way through things as I prepped for the shower and stepped in. The strangest part was just getting used to the new me. It was more than just a body, it was the mental changes as well. The way I felt around men was entirely new, and despite my previous objections I knew the doc was right about me being more submissive now. I'd never been an alpha male type before, but I could feel even more than my usual deference to others.

My mind kept going back to my handler as well. It certainly didn't help that he'd been through a full rejuvenation when he'd gone back to being a guy. It was just a natural consequence of the full body transformation, but I wouldn't be surprised if he told me he'd had a lot of little issues fixed on his way through.

It wasn't until I was in the shower and started to lather up my soft new curves that I realized just how deeply he had affected me. My new body was so much more sensitive than my old one, especially my breasts, but not just there. Just feeling the water running over me was sending pleasurable sparks up my spine. I felt like I was winding up for something, and my thoughts bounced between various erotic musings. Most of all though, I found myself thinking more and more about just what Raikins would look like naked, and well, what we could do together in that case.

Even as the notion came into focus, I barely flinched. Rather, I slid my delicate little fingers down between my legs and started to wash my new mound. Or at least that was the part of me that was trying to remain somewhat dignified wanted the truth to be. My hand was on a different mission, though, another curiosity to be satiated. Just how did a woman's pussy feel when stroked and rubbed by her own fingers.

I gasped and moaned as I explored my tender new folds. My fingers sparked pleasure wherever they slid. It was such a strange feeling, pressing my fingers into soft and tender folders between my legs and drawing out more intense feelings than I ever had as a man. It was almost too much to take, and then I found my clit.

I almost doubled over from the shock when I stroked that most sensitive nub. The experience was almost numbing ecstasy, and my legs quaked as I struggled to keep control. I pulled my hand away and gripped at the railing in the shower and allowed the feelings to subside before I went in again. This time, I was more careful, more delicate, and I was astounded by the rush of pleasures that flew through me. I'd certainly masturbated before, but then the feeling had been concentrated, focused on my throbbing cock. This was something so different. There was still a focus between my legs, but it was softer, and the rest of my body was awash in warm numbing pleasure.

My one hand gripped the rail as the other continued its work, driving me crazy as water continued to flow over my naked body. I adrift in an ocean of pleasure unlike anything I'd felt before and I just rode the tide, higher and higher. My mind filled with erotic images, memories of all the porn I'd watched over the years, and for the first time I saw it in a whole new way. I was no longer being driven by the thought of being the manly stud who got to bang all those sexy women. I thought about being the woman, spread open and stuffed full of raging cocks. There was no duplicity, no hesitation inside me, and when I finally felt the rush of ultimate ecstasy explode inside me, my mind was focused on the thought of a big hard cock releasing its seed into me.

I stood there, panting, numb with pleasure for quite a while. I was taken aback by the intensity of my orgasm, but also the flood of fantasies that had gone along for the ride. I realized that their conditioning program had been far better than I would have guessed, since I seemed to have become a rather full fledged woman with little more than a memory of my former masculinity. The fact that this didn't really both me, was only further evidence of just how skilled they were.

With my explorations done for now, I finished up my shower. I dried off and brushed my hair. Somehow, I knew just how to get it all properly primped after just a bit of trial and error. I didn't do anything fancy, just straight with a little bit of bangs just over my eyes. It only emphasized my youth, and I knew it would be relatively easy to maintain if I kept this style.

Getting dressed was a bigger issue. Raikins would be coming by later. I hadn't realized just how conflicted that would make me. Sure, I wanted the company, but I was quickly realizing just how hot he made me, and I wasn't sure I could control myself in his presence. Much less, if he made a move, I knew I wasn't likely going to resist him. That only made me question myself more. Did I want to put the moves on him?

I shook off the question for now, and went back to picking out my clothes. I decided to keep it relatively simple. A basic blue blouse and a matching knee length skirt. It was just about the least sexy choice I had. That didn't mean much though, since I rocked just about any ensemble.

To balance out my less adventurous outer wear, I went full in on the lingerie. White silk panties with very girlish lace and a matching bra. That was probably the closest I came to snapping back from the headlong rush into womanhood. Putting on the bra was a mix of awkward and decidedly feminine activity. Feeling my breasts cupped and the straps digging in slightly around my shoulders and back made it rather hard to forget how different this was.

With my clothes sorted out, I went about waiting. There wasn't a lot to do in here, aside from watching TV or looking out the window. Given how quickly I started to dwell on my situation, I decided that TV was the better bet. After flipping through the channels, I found a good action flick, and was happily surprised that I hadn't lost my appreciation for random explosions and gratuitous violence. I tried to ignore the fact that I was paying a lot more attention to the sweat dripping, muscle bound hunks driving the action than I would have in the past. Luckily, it had a good story and I really got into the show.

It was a perfect distraction, and I was able to get my mind off my situation for a good couple hours. In fact, when I heard the door bell ring, I'd almost forgotten where I was entirely until I felt my boobs jiggling when I swung around.

I turned off the TV and went to open the door. I wasn't sure exactly where this night was going to go, but I was going to enjoy the ride just the same. Even if it was just dinner and pleasant conversation, I wasn't going to be disappointed. The truth was I didn't even know what I wanted to happen, but as soon as I started to think about it, my mind just whirled with the possibilities. I wasn't going to let that paralyze me, however, and quickly opened the door.

Raikins was standing there, still dressed in his plain dark suit. My heart skipped a beat, but I was thankful when my stomach did a grumble at seeing the pizza box in his hands. It wasn't the most creative of foods, but I was in the mood for a nice melted mix of cheese and meat.

"Well, you do clean up pretty good." Raikins smiled as he looked down at me. I blushed a bit, remembering again just how short I'd become. I felt almost like a kid again as I looked up at him. My eye level was about the middle of his chest, and I wasn't about to let myself give in to the voyeuristic impulse that welled up for a moment.

"Thanks, I guess." I squirmed as he walked in. My thoughts bounced around again. Part of me was happy he noticed how I looked, another was worried about that same fact, and my imagination was busy working through pretty much every eventuality. In the end, I just stood there, staring up at him and acting like a deer caught in some headlights.

"Well, the pizza is getting cold. And I've got a couple of cold ones if you're up for a brew." He lifted up a bag with the distinct silhouette of beer bottles pressed into the sides. That just sent my brain racing some more. At the mere suggestion of a beer, I found myself yearning to pop one open. I don't think I ever wanted a drink more than in that moment. Of course, the very next thing that popped into my head was the thought that if you wanted to get into a girl's pants, getting her a bit tipsy was a great way to get things heading in the right direction.

"I've also got some soda for you if you're not up for beers. I know some of you analyst types don't always drink a lot." He set the bag down and pulled the bottles out and set one on the table and opened up the fridge. "I'll just put these away, unless you want one now."

I shook my head for a moment to clear out some of the clutter. I didn't usually second guess myself so much, but there was a lot of new all concentrated in the last few hours, both physical and mental. Still, I decided that I really did want that drink. I might be a little worried he would take advantage of me, but I still wasn't sure that I didn't want him to do so, at least not yet.

"No, I'll take one." I stepped over and grabbed a bottle and twisted the top off. The scent was electric. This wasn't just any old bottle, it was from one of the finer local breweries. At least I knew Raikins had some taste in beer, even if his choice of pizza was rather uninspired. Still, decent pizza a great beer was a good way to start things off.

"So, table or couch?" He asked. There was really only one answer.

"Couch. I was just watching a pretty good action flick, do you know if anything else good is on?" I quickly hopped over and claimed the prime viewing spot.

"Hard to say, but we've got streaming here, so there's plenty of good movies to choose from. What are you in the mood for?" He asked as he brought over the pizza and a couple of plates. I popped open the box and was happy to see a nice cheesy pepperoni pizza waiting for me to dig in. I grabbed a piece and settled in.

"How about some classic sci-fi. I just got done with an action movie, so maybe something with a bit more adventure." I hadn't realized how hungry I was until I'd taken my first bite. I suppose it was the natural consequence of getting my whole body rearranged. That realization didn't stop me from wolfing down my first piece though.

He found a good classic movie, one of those blockbuster special effects ones from the mid teens. All laser swords and space battles. I hadn't watched it in years, but it was still a load of fun. Apparently we'd both been kids when it had come out and we reminisced as the movie played.

By the time the movie wrapped up, the pizza was down to one cold slice and we'd both finished off all the beer he'd brought. In actuality, it had only been two each, and while I could feel a bit of a buzz, I was far from drunk. I could tell, though, that another one would have put me well over the line. That was another revelation, I was used to being able to drink a good four or five beers before I'd really feel it, but as a girl, I'd have to draw the line a lot sooner if I didn't want to pass out.

"You seem to be adapting well." He said as the movie wrapped up.

I laughed at that and pointed to my head. "Well, all the crazy is just happening up here."

"Yeah, I know that feeling. Give it a couple of days and you'll sort it all out. I know that's what it took for me, both ways. You wouldn't think that getting turned back into a guy would be strange, but it was almost worse. I'm not quite sure how to explain it." He smiled. I think I could understand what he meant. Being a woman was a whole new thing, a huge change in perspective, but also an opportunity for a new way of living. Going back to your old life might feel a bit constraining after such an experience.

"Yeah, I could see that." I nudged myself a bit closer to him. We were both sitting up, so it wasn't hard to do, but it was pretty easy to spot.

"Are you okay?" He asked. I blushed and squirmed a bit. I'd been thinking about things all night. I always like to brood in the back of my mind, and after all this I'd come to my decision. I felt a bit crazy for it, but I really wanted it.

"Yeah, I was just thinking..." I reached up to brush my hair over an ear. I had to fight down a giggle as I realized I'd picked up such a girlish nervous tick. Still, I couldn't just leave my words hanging. "You could spend the night here. If you like."

I saw his eyes go wide as he looked down at me. I had to have been beet red as I met his gaze and hoping that he could see the sincerity in my eyes. I knew just how forward I was being, and I felt a bit crazed, but at this moment I felt a connection to him, and I couldn't deny that I felt an attraction as well. I knew I didn't have to do this, but I wanted my first time as a woman to be at my discretion and not as some part of a performance review.

"Okay, are you sure?" He finally replied. I knew he was working through his own considerations. He was my handler after all, we'd be working together on this assignment. Maybe it wasn't the professional choice, but I really didn't care right now.

"About as sure as I could be." I slid my hands behind his neck and pulled his head down to mine and met him for a kiss. My world shook from the sudden intimacy. I'd kissed a few women over the years, and had some serious girlfriends, but even the notion of kissing a guy had never occurred to me before. At this moment, however, it was the right thing to do, and I was almost as shocked by how natural it felt. The world hadn't ended, lightning hadn't struck me down. All I was left with was to decide if I wanted to slip him some tongue now or later.

The weight of his lips on mine left me quivering. Even though I'd opened the gates, he quickly took control, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me close. I'd never felt so warm or safe as in that moment. It was electric, and only seemed to fuel my passion more. I was eager to throw caution to the wind, to dive in and experience the full depth of my new womanhood.

All the nervousness and hesitation I'd been feeling fell away during that kiss. This was my life for now, and everything I did just seemed right. A lifetime of masculine memories were all but forgotten. Instead, I wanted to know just how it felt to be fully female.

As he rubbed my back, I slid my hands down, over his chest and started to rub at his sides. My fingers slid downwards, towards his center. I could feel his cock growing hard through the his slacks. My pussy quivered at that, excited from the effect I was having on him, and eager to know how it would feel stuffed inside me. I started to rub the outline of his manhood through the fabric and his breathing grew more ragged as he shuddered.

Finally, he pulled back, gently breaking out lips apart. He looked down at me and I blushed, flush with arousal, my hand stroking his raging hardness. I knew he was seeing me as the youthful, eager young woman I'd become, my chest heaving with ragged breaths and my eyes filled with lust. I'd been aroused before, but this was something beyond anything I'd experienced and a feeling I couldn't deny.

I didn't wait for him to think up some objection. My fingers went to work on the buttons of my blouse. I knew we probably shouldn't be doing this. Our jobs alone would probably have argued against it, and I knew I wasn't in the best state of mind, as I was mildly buzzed and still in a bit of shock from my transformation. None of that mattered to my horny little body. I could see just how amazing Raikins was, and how strong and hard he was as well. This wasn't the time for rational arguments, either from my mind or his.

The buttons flew open as I worked, and my blouse quickly opened up to reveal the lacy bra I'd picked out before. I could see in his eyes that he liked it. I knew from experience just how nice a bit of lingerie could spice up an encounter. It didn't hurt that my round little breasts were just a perfect match for the cups.

He went about his own undressing, taking off his suit and tie before I'd finished with my blouse. His shirt followed in short order and we were soon sitting there with him topless and me with just a bra. It was my turn to gape, as I took in his sculpted chest and toned stomach. My stomach flipped in the best way. I never imagined I could get so aroused just looking at a guy's chest, but my new body wasn't shy in the least.

"You really don't have to do this." He smiled down at me. I blushed a bit. It was hard thinking about what I was doing. It wasn't just the arousal flowing through me, it was the anxiety and curiosity as well. I didn't want to slow down. I had to know.

I thought about what to say, but no words came. I reached back behind me, and after a moment a fumbling, I unhooked my bra and let it slide off. If he had any doubts about my intentions, the sight of my ripe breasts should be enough to dissuade his concerns. I flushed as I revealed myself. Normally, showing off my chest wasn't a big deal, as a guy no one really cared, but now, somehow I felt far more exposed and strangely titillated as he looked down at me. I could feel the odd weight on my chest as my breasts hung there, jutting out for him.

He nodded and then pulled in for another kiss. His hands slid up my sides and I quivered as his fingers caressed the soft curves of my breasts. I moaned into his mouth when he cupped my breasts and gently squeezed them. His touch felt so good and I pressed my chest out further for him. That strange heat between my legs grew stronger as he molded my softness with his hands. I couldn't do much more than stroke his back and return his kisses.

I don't know how long we stayed like that, but as good as it felt, another need was starting to grow inside me. I knew it was time to take this even further. My hands started to roam randomly up and down his back, over his arms and then finally downward. When my fingers found their way to his belt buckle, my conflicted thoughts bounced around again. I knew what my body wanted, I just wasn't quite ready to admit that it was what I wanted. The throbbing need inside me was stronger than my reservations, however, and I started to fumble my way through unbuckling his pants.

The air of anticipation started to fill me. My stomach quivered with excitement as I managed to free his belt and set it sailing over my shoulder. I was still kissing him, and almost had to laugh as I struggled with his fly. It was just an absurd thing, and yet I couldn't slow down, not now. I had to have what was contained inside his pants, and what little rational thought I had left wasn't about to get in the way.

Finally, I managed to open his fly and I pulled open the sides. My hand slipped into the opening, and my fingers slid over the long hard outline of his cock. I felt an eager clenching between my legs. Somehow this massive organ would fit inside me. My knowledge of anatomy and all my experience with sex just faded away against that unreal truth. Part of me couldn't really believe it, and the rest was excited to find out.

We kissed again, harder this time as my hand slipped inside his waistband, and for the first time I touched another man's cock. It was unreal, he was so hard, so hot. The feeling was familiar and yet so completely alien. When I would have touched myself, the feeling came back from both sides, but now all I could feel was what my hand could tell me.

I could feel him shudder beneath me as I stroked him. I knew just how much pleasure my delicate fingers were eliciting from his hardened shaft. It was strangely thrilling to know he could be so easily pleasured, and that I could be the one to do it. I'd always felt that way when I was with a woman, and now with the roles reversed, I couldn't deny the satisfaction I had was the same.

With his cock encircled by my fingers, I pulled back and looked into his eyes. I could see the barely restrained lust in his eyes, and I knew I felt the same way. There was only one thing left to do.

"I... I want you..." I panted and then leaned in for another kiss. His lips met mine with the same wild passion and then I felt his hands slide down. His fingers dug into my ass and before I knew it, he was standing up, lifting me with him. I gasped in surprise as he carried me towards the bedroom as I wrapped my arms around his neck to help me hang on.

He dropped me down onto the bed, and without a word, he reached down and pulled my skirt and panties free with one smooth pull. I was left wearing nothing more than my glasses and a pair of socks. I panted, looking over the heaving slopes of my bare breasts to watch him slide the rest of the way out of his pants and boxers. I quivered on the bed, feeling the slightly cool air of the room tickling my naked flesh. It was strangely titillating, as was the sight of his raging manhood jutting out towards me.

My eyes rolled over his bare flesh as he stepped closer. I'd never looked at a man in such a way before, and he was a perfect specimen as only our rejuvenation tech could create. He was fit and trim, his muscles perfectly sculpted as if he was a runner and not a body builder. It was enough to send my feminine lusts soaring. Almost without a thought, I spread my legs open for him, revealing my needful flesh.

"You're beautiful." He managed to say before he climbed onto the bed. I flushed at the compliment. It was the perfect thing for him to say in that moment. It meshed in just the right way with the feminine psyche that was locking into place inside me.

Then he was upon me. His hands slid their way up my body, followed by his lips. He stroked and kissed and licked up my thighs, and before I could say anything, he pressed his lips into my feminine folds.

"Oh, oh yes!" I cried out as his tongue slid up inside me, or along me or something. The sensation was so strange and felt so good it was impossible for me to know just what was happening. I pressed my hips upward, into that wonderful pleasure and he continued as I moaned and panted with pleasure. My legs drew open even further so he could elicit even more of that ecstasy with his mouth.

He sucked and licked and nibbled between my legs, exploring my tender new folds as I writhed in pleasure. It was almost too much to take, and I could feel something even more powerful building inside me, a tension that cried out for release. Each time it grew stronger, tighter, and he would ease off, letting me simmer, before pressing higher again. It was torture of the worst sort, one of pleasure denied instead of pain inflicted.

"Please! Oh, god, please!" I gasped between ragged pants as he drew me to another ragged peak. His touch inflaming everything inside me. He held me at the edge as I quivered, not knowing what was beyond and yet knowing I needed to discover it. Then, with one long lick he pulled up and began moving up my body again.

He was faster now, his kisses and strokes more determined. He worked his way up my heaving belly and then he found my sumptuous breasts. For a moment he lingered there, squeezing and suckling on my soft chest as I panted and the raging pleasure started to ebb just slightly. I ached and yearned for more, even as I squirmed beneath him. His touch was still lighting fires inside me, the way his fingers molded my breasts and his tongue traced my aching nipples. It was almost too much for me.

He didn't stop for long and I gasped as his lips rained kisses up my neck and then his teeth came nibbling on my ear. Shivers of raw pleasure shot up my spine. His hands continued to stroke and press into my chest, and just as I could take no more, I felt something slide against my seething folds. For a moment, I was so lost that I wondered what it was pressing against me, and then I realized in a flurry what it was.

Any hesitation, and doubt about what I wanted next had long since been washed away. I was lost to the crazy pleasures of the flesh, and when I felt him rubbing his length against my dripping nether lips I drew my legs open, braced myself and pulled his lips to mine. I assaulted his lips with eager kisses, and then when he paused with his manhood resting against my gates, I pulled back and looked up into his eyes again.

"Take me." I went in for another quick passionate kiss. "Please."

He leaned down and pressed his lips into mine again. Then he drew close, his hands pausing their assault and I could feel nothing aside from the movement of his cock between my legs, sliding along my slit. I could feel the tip gently parting my lips as he slid down and moved into position. I panted, clutching at his arms as I felt him pressing against my gates. It felt both natural and bizarre, an exposure I couldn't imagine and yet a yearning to be filled that I couldn't deny.

Without another word, I felt him press down, and I could feel myself stretching open to take him. I threw my head back at the impossible sensation of him sliding deeper, parting my flesh and filling me. He pushed slowly as I panted, my whole world consisting of the passage between my legs. Then he would pull back, just a bit, and thrust gently forward, working even further into my depths.

I held my legs open, clenching against that pleasurable invader as it drove ever deeper. I couldn't believe how good it felt, how amazing the fullness was, or how much I yearned for more. My breaths grew deeper and more passionate as he split me open. I didn't know how much more I could take when I finally felt his balls press between my legs. I felt a shudder fun all the way up my body at the final realization that I had every inch of his massive girth throbbing inside me.

The passion inside me now seemed to boil over. I kissed him, stroked him and most of all I ground my hips against him. He returned every gesture, and with impossibly constrained force, he pulled back, slowly drawing his cock out of my seething folds and then with one smooth thrust, he drove all the way into my depths again.

"Oh, yes!" I moaned as I felt his cock fill me again. He was pressing against me now, my bare flesh sliding against his, my breasts rubbing against his hard chest. It was such a uniquely feminine feeling, to be impaled and dominated so completely, and I was in awe of the erotic power of the moment. I couldn't deny myself any of the pleasures of my new body as I ground my hips into his. "Fuck me! Oh god, fuck me hard!"

He didn't disappoint me. His hips began thrusting harder, driving into me again and again. I did my best to meet his thrusts as I kissed and licked his face. I dug my fingers into his back. It was all so intense and with each amazing thrust, I could feel that tension building again, drawing tighter.

I cried out in ecstasy as he thrust into my eager writhing flesh. Just as he had with his tongue, he would drive me to the point where I was about to explode and then let me hover there, just at the edge before easing me back. I would wail at the denied release and then he would push again, pressing me into another even more intense height. Over and over again he did this until I was rabid with lust.

I was beyond words now, torn at the edge of raw pleasure and then I felt him draw his cock out of me, until it was poised at the very edge with my nether lips wrapped around his bulbous head. I seethed for a moment and then he began thrusting again, harder and deeper than I thought possible. It was all I could do to hold myself in place as I begged for more.

Then it broke, that raging tension, that flaming need exploded and my whole body quaked with pleasure as he drove hard into my flesh. I wailed as raw pleasure flooded me. I could feel his thrusts grow even more intense and then he drove deep, and my insides flooded with warmth. I knew he was coming inside me, his seed flowing into my depths and that only drove my passions even higher.

I wailed as I drew him close, pulling his body tight against mine. It felt so good, the pleasure smashing through every thought and every part of my body from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. It was all I could do just to hold him and take deep breaths as I reveled in the depths of my first womanly orgasm.

We stayed like that for some time, neither of us wanting to break away from that moment. I could feel that he was still hard inside me as my senses slowly returned. The savage needs of my new body had been satisfied for an instant, but now that I had explored these new depths of pleasure, I wasn't quite ready to stop just yet.

"That was amazing." I gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"I'm glad you like it." He gave me a goofy smile back. I knew for a fact that he'd enjoyed himself as well. Not that I blamed him in the least. I would have been just as happy if I'd gotten to fuck a hot little number like myself when I'd been a guy.

"So..." I started to stroke his arm gently. "When do you think you'll be ready for round two?"

A flash of surprise crossed his face and then an even wider smile grew in. I guessed that it wouldn't be long. I laughed a bit, never expecting that I'd be quite so precocious at a time like this. For the moment this was all in good fun. Tomorrow, I'd have to be serious, there was a mission waiting for me, but for tonight I could let loose. I wasn't about to let him off the hook so easily. I had a lot more to learn about being a woman, and there was no time like the present.

To be continued...

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Missapplied Magic Part 1
By Farleven

"Well, of course magic isn't real." Nora laughed as she sipped at her tea.

Maggie simply smiled and nodded. It was always hard to say anything when a sprite was doing cartwheels on someone's head, especially when that person was saying patently ridiculous things. Sometimes she wondered why she even tried to talk to normal people anymore. Her life was so far outside their perceptions that she may as well have been speaking an alien language.

"Really, then how do you explain those two?" Maggie pointed over to a rather odd couple as they strolled down the street. They were just a good distraction, but perfectly fit for it. The man was tall, well dressed and absolutely stunning, while the woman was too short, a bit too round and she had a face that probably saved her plenty of costuming time at Halloween. Despite the fact that they weren't a complementary pair, it was obvious from the way she hung on his arm and the way he smiled down to her that they were in love.

Maggie truly wasn't one to be shallow though she knew Nora could be, and the sprite needed a new place to play. Sprites loved short people for some reason, and this one quickly bounced off of Nora's head and found its way to the small woman and started to play again. Maggie breathed a sigh of relieve, sprites had a way of enjoying things too much and their effect on people could be wickedly unpredictable.

"I've seen love do stranger things than that, and I've never seen any magic involved." Nora scoffed.

"Fair enough, there's just no reasoning with you today." Maggie flipped her short black hair out of her face. There wasn't any use arguing the point. Nora may have been one of her oldest friends, but like most people she couldn't see the magic all around her.

"So you're not going to regale me with one of your stories?" Nora sat back in her chair expectantly. Ever since they were young, Maggie had tried to convince her friend of all the things that she could see that others didn't seem to notice. There was so much to tell, and yet no one believed her, and no one saw any of it. Sprites were just a small part of it, though they were the easiest to spot. Most mythological creatures existed, almost all of them moving around in plain sight, though many of them did try to avoid being too public. There were always wizards and sorcerers around and such magical beings were much sought after.

"Not today, I've actually got something to do." Maggie finished her tea. The truth was, she hadn't expected to run into her friend here today. It had complicated her plans, because it meant she needed to come up with a distraction. "But I was wondering if you could give me back my little black dress for tonight."

"Really? I thought you said you wouldn't need it for a while? Did you happen to get a date and not tell me?" Nora grinned wickedly. The two women were much the same size, close enough that swapping expensive dresses was a great way to extend their budgets and wardrobes. The particular dress was especially alluring, with a short skirt, tight waist and plunging neckline that showed of either woman's best features.

"Well, it's not exactly a date, but you know how I like to put my best foot forward." Maggie blushed a bit, doing her best to sell it. Given that it was already three in the afternoon, Nora would have to go straight home to get the dress. That means she wouldn't have time to wander the shops.

"Ah," Nora smiled and winked. "Okay, you want me to bring it by your place then?"

"Yeah, you can just pop it in my drop box, by six would be great." Maggie tightened the screws a bit more. She knew Nora was easy to distract, but for a good cause she was reliable. Helping her friend snare a good man was always a worthy mission.

"In that case I better get going. You'll have to let me know what happens!" Nora stood up and gathered her things.

"Thanks, I appreciate it. We'll have to come back here tomorrow and do some shopping and I can fill you in." Maggie stood up herself. The hairs on the back of her neck were nearly straight up now. She really didn't have much more time to fool around, but thankfully she managed to get Nora on her way to the nearest train station.

Now Maggie turned around and looked at the street, she'd just managed to keep her friend out of. The magical energy was starting to spark through the air. She hadn't felt a burst this strong in months, and even at this distance it was starting to have an effect on her.

Magic has always been a strange thing. Sure the creatures were interesting and unruly, but raw, untamed magic was something else. It liked to pop into existence at random and would enchant virtually anything. In truth, most of it was benign. Everyone has those moments when they're walking down the street and everything is just right with the world. Well, half the time they happened to walk past an enchanted tree or signpost. Magic simply added a bit of flair to reality.

Other magic, however, was not benign. If it was strong enough, it could alter reality and create little pockets where people would be changed depending on the nature of the magic involved. Sometimes the pull was so strong that people couldn't escape, not without help.

That was where Maggie came in. She was a sorceress, or so she had been told. She'd always had an affinity for magic that went beyond her ability to see it. The most powerful mages could draw the magic in, cleanse it and store it. She'd been a teenager when a wizard found her, and found her brimming with magical energies that she'd just instinctively absorbed. He'd taken her under his wing and taught her what she was, what she could do, and helped her understand the true nature of magic.

Even an outburst of this size could be tamed, and she could pull it in and absorb the power. That meant walking into the enchantment, however, and Maggie gulped as she felt the ripples of power bouncing off the buildings. Sometimes it was hard to gain control over chaotic magic, and plenty of times she had been under the sway of that power before she could pull it in.

That's why she'd gotten Nora to go home. The swirling mass of energy in front of her had already drawn in several people, and Maggie didn't want her friend being pulled in as well. Normal people wouldn't notice the changes, but if they stayed too long inside a powerful outburst, they could end up permanently affected. The alterations were hard to remove, even for the most skilled mages.

Luckily, this outburst was still new, and simply absorbing it would be enough to reverse any effects for the people under its spell. Maggie knew it wouldn't be easy though. First she'd have to walk into it and probably get enchanted before she could begin to unweave the power from the place it was embedded. In theory she should be used to being changed by wild magic, but it was so random that she could never anticipate what she'd end up becoming before she could regain control.

She took a moment to look around before proceeding. It was always so strange to watch people going about their normal lives while a surging ball of magic flashed and sparked only feet away from them. Occasionally, a wisp of magic would hit someone and they'd turn, drawn in by the spell, but usually no one paid it any mind.

Maggie was not so lucky, though. She could see the way perception was already being twisted. The power was real, and she got a twist in her stomach as she considered her options. The truth was, she really only had one. Walk into the middle of it, let it work its spell on her and then use that link to pull it in and tame it.

So she took a deep breath and walked towards the swirling energy. It had wrapped around a single store, a small boutique that Maggie had never really cared for. She could feel a few people inside, already bound in the magic, and knew that the world inside had already been twisted and shaped into something else. The trouble was, from the outside she could never tell what it had been changed into.

The spell was already working on her as she neared the store. Her clothes had changed. With every step, her T-shirt and jeans morphed into a black skirt and matching top. Her shoes slowly became a pair of glossy black high heels and her socks slid up her legs until they covered up to her thighs in bright white lace. Her panties shifted into a ring of white ruffles under her skirt that left her bare between her legs. Her top continued changing until it became a wrap around that hugged at her waist and exposed her cleavage. The top of her shirt split off and turned into a white lace collar as her sleeves turned into a pair of white gloves the ran all the way up to her biceps.

While her clothes were busy being rearranged, she could feel her body shifting as well. Her short black hair kept its color, but grew long and wavy until it spilled over her shoulders and nearly reached her chest. Her breasts couldn't escape the spell either, her ample bosom tingled warmly as she gained a couple of cup sizes. Her waist drew in a bit and her hips expanded slightly. Maggie shuddered as the magic coursed through her.

"Well, this is a bit undignified." She muttered to herself as she made it to the front door of the shop. She had become the embodiment of a sexy French maid, with all of her curves on display and a ticklish draft between her legs. Maggie lamented the limited imagination of people at times like this, even as the magic was helping to arouse her.

That was the trouble with wild magic. It was looking for purpose, for direction and when it touched a person, it would often bring to life their fantasies and dreams, especially those being imagined at the moment of contact. The first person to be enchanted would find their imagination becoming real, and when the magic was strong enough, reality itself would be changed to match those thoughts.

That fact, combined with one other truth, people thought about sex a lot. An awful lot. Maggie could barely count the number of times she'd ended up in the middle of someone's sexy fantasy. Becoming a hot little French maid was far from the biggest change she'd gone through. She'd learned to enjoy it, having to work her way through an erotic enchantment was a lot more pleasurable than getting caught up in someone's daydream of revenge.

The energy flowing through the doorknob was the final mark. She knew as soon as she touched it, she'd enter the little pocket that was now filled from the imagination of the same person that wanted her in a short black skirt and white lace. It wasn't their fault, but she'd be pulled into that reality just the same. Maggie took a deep breath and extended her hand. There was only one way to tame this magic and gain the power it possessed.

When her hand wrapped around the knob, she could feel the enchantment engulf her. It was more intense than the simple effect that came from being changed. Her head swam for a moment as everything around her shifted. Her vision blurred, and then just as quickly everything settled again.

Maggie took a deep breath as she adjusted. She could feel her body flushing with arousal as she wavered. She was inside the pocket reality that the wild magic had created. Now all that remained was to find out what she’d gotten into. She opened her eyes and looked around. She was standing at the edge of a large room. It looked like a party. Well, not the kind she usually went to, not since most of the guests were in varying degrees of undress.

The room was filled with apparitions, magical approximations of people. To a normal person, they would seem real, but she could see through the illusion. In truth there were only six real people that she could see, four women and two men, all clustered around a couple of couches while the apparitions completed the ambiance of an orgy.

The people were quite busy as well, and Maggie could feel the raw power of lust reverberating as their flesh writhed together. Each of the guys had a girl fully in the throes of passion while the last two girls were busy stroking each other. They were all dressed in one kind of costume or another, though the men had pretty much stripped naked. There was a cheerleader uniform on one woman, and a harem outfit on another. The last two were down to their stockings; whatever they’d started with was now discarded on the floor.

“Wonderful isn’t it?” She heard a voice whisper into her ear. She spun around only to get caught in the arms of a rather strong man who had been standing behind her. He was a good deal taller than her, which left her first staring into his overly muscled chest before she got a chance to look up at his chiseled face. The firm jaw, penetrating gaze and lustful smile simply made her melt.

No matter how many times she jumped into wild magic, she never quite got used to just how untamed it could make her. The magic wanted her to conform to the fantasy, and she did, she wanted it just as much. When he pulled her close, she gushed, her enlarged breasts pressing into his firmness. He was so hot, and her pussy quivered eagerly.

“Yeah, like you.” Maggie stammered. She could see the way the magic had altered him, making him a perfect specimen of a man. Even if she hadn’t been enchanted she would have jumped at the chance for a date with him. Sure, maybe his personality stunk, but for at least one night she could ignore that just so she could run her hands over his rippling muscles.

She squirmed in his hands as he caressed her curves. Her transformed body was so much more sensitive than her normal one, and she couldn’t help moaning lewdly when he squeezed her round ass cheeks. Maggie wasn’t about to let him have all the fun. She sent her fingers tracing his muscles and exploring his bare back. It was becoming hard to think about anything other than sex as she felt the wild magic pulsing through her.

“I see you’re enjoying the party.” He smiled down wickedly as he slid a hand between her parted thighs. Maggie whimpered as his fingers ran along her wet slit. She bit her lip as he teased her, emphasizing the need boiling inside her. It was almost too much for her, but she managed to keep from completely losing out to the pleasure.

Even as her body quivered with need, she managed to assess the situation. The magic was powerful, and had bonded with the man who was busy teasing feminine moans from her as he gently rubbed at the top of her mound. She did her best to trace the currents as they spread out from him and coursed through her and the other people that had been drawn into his reality. The magic had changed everyone and made them wickedly aroused. It wasn’t hard to guess what that resulted in.

“Oh, yes, it’s amazing.” Maggie cooed as she slid her hands down to his boxers. She didn’t always like to admit it, but she really did enjoy playing with wild magic. In some ways it was addictive. She never knew exactly what she’d be turned into or what she’d end up doing, but it usually felt so good. The way this transformation was affecting her told her that this was going to be a good one.

The easiest way to dislodge the magic was to distract the person it had bonded with. That’s why the sex fantasies were the best. The easiest way to distract someone in such a reality was to fuck them silly. When they were reeling from the heights of passion the magic could be pulled from them and she could tame it, at least enough to get it back to her workshop. There she had the tools to help her absorb the magic or store it in a more stable form.

“Oh my, you are wicked, my dear.” He laughed as Maggie slipped her hand under the waistband of his boxers and started to stroke his massive hardness. His cock was huge, both thick and long. Her pussy quivered as she rubbed him. She always loved the feeling of a big hard cock in her hands, and one thing guys always did in these magical fantasies was give themselves a huge dick. If she weren’t so happy to play with them, she’d probably have laughed at their insecurity issues.

Maggie didn’t bother to answer him. She knew the perfect way to show him how true it was. She went down on her knees and pulled his boxers down at the same time. His cock popped free and jutted out towards her, while she leaned in until her lips were barely an inch from his bulging cock head. The smell wafted into her nose, the unique masculine aroma only heating her up more.

“Oh.” He moaned as she bent forward and traced around the tip of his cock with her tongue. Before he could say anything else she opened her mouth and started to suckle on the head. Maggie loved the strange sounds she could elicit from men when she caressed their cocks with her tongue and lips. She had to admit it was pretty thrilling being able to get a man so hard as well, and she did her best to keep him that way.

The flavor and texture of a man’s shaft were also a strange inducement for her as well. She remembered thinking it was gross a long time ago, but now, she’d come to rather enjoy it. The fact was it was the very core of masculinity, and she couldn’t deny her appreciation for having a cock inside her mouth where she could appreciate it so fully.

Maggie continued, taking him deeper and deeper until her mouth was full. Then she dove in, letting his cock slide down her throat until her lips were wrapped around the base of his shaft. While he moaned, she squirmed as she sucked and licked on his hardness. Existing in a magical pocket reality gave her a chance to do many things that reality liked to get in the way of, and she’d never managed to deep throat a guy in real life without gagging. In his fantasy, however, her gag reflex was gone, and even her ability to breath wasn’t imposed upon. If not for her body aching for his cock in other places, she could have enjoyed simply bobbing her head over his crotch for a while.

The yearning of her empty pussy only grew more intense as she sucked. As fun as it was to tease him this way, Maggie knew how good he would feel inside her. Even his brief fondling of her naked pussy had been enough to tell her that she’d be writhing in pleasure easily once he managed to mount her. She could barely wait for that, and she suspected that he felt much the same way.

So with one final, long suck she pulled her mouth off of his hardness. She made sure to lick every vein and ridge as it slid by and made one last aggressive lick around his bulbous cock head before she let it pop out of her mouth. Maggie slowly worked her way back up from there, licking and kissing at his carved abs and firm chest before she was standing on the tips of her toes so she could nuzzle against his neck.

He looked down at her writhing flesh for a moment and then leaned down for a ravenous kiss. Their lips smacked together for a moment before she forced her tongue into his mouth. They pressed their bodies together as their tongues danced. Maggie embraced him. Her entire body was starting to ache with raw desire, and pressing her soft flesh into his hardness only enhanced that heat.

Just when she was getting ready to break the kiss, she felt his hands slide down and she squealed when he gripped the top of her thighs and lifted her up. Maggie wasn't a very large woman, and he lifted her with ease. She threw her arms around his neck and let him carry her across the room. Maggie could feel the magic swirling around her as they neared the orgy. A cushioned bed swirled into existence in front of him and he tossed her onto it.

She was lost in a flurry of silken sheets before he jumped on top of her. He dragged her back towards him, forcing her legs open as she cried out in surprise. Maggie swooned, enjoying the dominant play as he moved to mount her. Magic could make even timid men far more assertive, and she had come to enjoy being dominated in these encounters.

When the head of his cock began to press against her wet slit, she was panting with desire. He teased her for only a moment, rubbing his hardness against her tender folds as she writhed helplessly. The magic assured that they were both ready, and she looked up at him with a look of pure need painted on her face.

"Oh, yes!" Maggie moaned as he mounted her with one hard thrust. Her whole body quaked as he speared her. His thick shaft had her stuffed to the breaking point and she squeezed down on him as strongly as she could. It was hard to think about anything else as she ground her hips against his. There was simply no feeling to compare to that of fantasy sex.

He leaned down to kiss her again, and Maggie threw herself at him. Her legs rubbed against his thighs and her finger dug at his back as she reeled from the powerful feelings between her legs. Her lips met his with a wild passion, and she nibbled and licked at his lips and face as she let her needs wash over her.

She wailed as he began moving inside her. The feeling of his hardness slowly retreating had her quivering and then she shook from raw ecstasy as he stretched her pussy open again. The magic always made sex feel so good, and she could enjoy being ravished so fully without worry.

"Harder, fuck me harder." Maggie begged as he drew up a slow, measured pace between her legs. She did her best to entice him, but he maintained his discipline. No doubt he was enjoying the sound of her begging and pleading for more as he took her. His long hard thrusts were as much taunting her as they were pleasurable. Her body craved more, needed more.

She nearly yelped with joy when he suddenly pulled out of her and then flipped her over. Maggie had been in enough fantasies to know what he wanted when he gave her a stinging slap on her bare ass. She squeaked at the rush of strange pleasure that shot through her along with the pain. She long ago learned that when she was this aroused that pain could feel just as good as pleasure, and often times it was even better.

She scrambled to lift up her hips and spread her legs for him. Maggie quivered with anticipation. She realized she was still wearing that lewd maid costume and she only hoped that seeing her bare ass and needful pussy peering out from the lace ruffles of her skirt would entice him to giving her the hard fucking she ached for.

"My my, what a frisky filly." He laughed as he slapped her ass again with one hand while the other cupped her hips and drew them back. Maggie wiggled her upturned ass for a moment before she felt his cock press against her again. She moaned as he ran it along her slit, letting her feel the full length of his hardness before pointing it towards her needful gates.

"Please, take me hard!" She begged again. She strained to look back at him. His firm hands were holding her in place and he smiled as he pulled back and let the tip of his cock slide between her nether lips. Then she let out another cry of pleasure as he stuffed her empty pussy with a perfect filling thrust. In this position, she could feel him rubbing hard against her more tender spots, and her body quivered from the raw sensations.

"Yes! Oh yes!" Maggie panted as his fingers sank into her hips and he started to hammer her. She savored the hard fucking and the savage feelings he was coaxing out of her with his aggressive assault. She loved the way she could just let go and enjoy this kind of magical sex. She couldn't get pregnant, or infected. She couldn't even get injured, she could be slapped and bit while her pussy was stretched to the breaking point and tomorrow she wouldn't have even the smallest bruise or ache. There was simply no better way to have sex.

He played his role to a tee. His cock ravaged her tight flesh and they pushed past the heights of pleasure that two people could normally share. Maggie did her best to squeeze him and work her hips back against his plunging hardness, but he kept her firmly in place as he pounded her. Occasionally, he would smack her bottom as he thrust and she would squeal at the powerful mix of pleasure and pain.

Time slipped away as her body shook with unending thrusts. The raw pleasure of his handling left Maggie quivering and lost in a tidal wash of sensations. It was all she could do just to keep from collapsing into a melted puddle of seething joy on the bed. She whimpered, cried and begged for more as her body rode wave after wave of passion.

She barely even noticed as his thrust became more frantic until he was pounding hard and his hands were trembling around her hips. That moment of realization hit her just as he grabbed onto her hard and then drove deep into her pussy. She cried out at the same time his cock exploded inside her. Her insides filled with his seed, and she wailed from a soul crushing orgasm.

The pleasure was an unreal rush of joy, her entire body seemed to be glowing as the ecstasy flooded her. From the unreal sensation of her fully stretched pussy to the tips of her quivering breasts Maggie's body shuddered. She panted and moaned as she milked his pulsing cock, barely believing anything could feel so good.

Maggie allowed herself a moment to enjoy the feeling, but the sense of magic rippling around her brought her back to the reality of why she was here in the first place. He had collapsed onto the bed with her, and was panting as the wild magic swirled around them. It had started to come loose from his soul as his focus wavered. Normally, it would rejoin him in a moment, but this was her chance.

She rolled around so that she could rub his chest and abs and help draw out his pleasure as she turned her focus to the energy whirling around them. This was always the hardest part, with her body still enjoying her recent orgasm she had to draw the magic to her. It was hard to explain just how it worked, but there was a way of thinking that seemed to draw magic in, and she had been born with the raw talent for that.

In truth, it had taken years of practice to reach a decent level of skill, and there were still times that the magic got the better of her. She got stuck for four days in an eroticized medieval fantasy once. Maggie still quivered just thinking about how good it had felt to be taken by a nearly endless stream of well hung knights while she was adorned as a princess of the realm. If she couldn't take control of this magic now, she'd get pulled into another cycle of sex and pleasure before she'd have another chance.

Sometimes that was tempting, especially when it felt as good as it did today. Still, she knew that was a trap, with each round of pleasure, she'd be weaker and find it harder to focus the way she needed to. If she wasn't careful, she'd end up as just another enchanted trollop and forced to wait for another wizard or sorcerer to come along and rescue her. It had happened before, and it was always rather embarrassing. Of course, she'd also done her part in rescuing others as well, it was a snare that everyone fell into eventually.

Today was not one of those days however. She managed to pluck the last strand linking the magic to her host and then concentrated. Maggie didn't need it attaching to her, even as it flailed. She focused her thoughts, and slowly managed to tie the strands, forcing them to run together until she was left with a ball of self contained energy. It wasn't perfect, a few wisps of energy still snaked out of the ball, but it would hold long enough for her to get it back to her laboratory.

The residual energy began to dissipate as soon as the wild core had been contained. This was almost the hardest part. Maggie had to turn her focus back to the room, and discover what condition everyone was in and try to keep them from truly realizing what had just happened. Even though normal people usually just ignored the magic around them, when they were hit by something this strong, it was always possible they would remember, and that could cause all kinds of problems.

First, she made sure the door was locked and the shops closed sign was set. She was lucky they were in such a confined space. It was always harder to do cleanup in public because she had to worry about outside observers as well as those that had been trapped by the magic.

Maggie turned her focus to the six people who had been busy pleasuring each other when she'd arrived. They'd collapsed into a heap after the last blast of pleasure from the orgasm she'd shared with the host. That helped, and she turned her attention to each one in turn. She had to search for the echo of their old body and clothes and then needed to cast a spell to restore them. Luckily the magic had only been here for a short time, which meant the changes to reality were still weak. The longer changes lasted, the more set they were until they would become reality. Once that happened, they would be almost impossible to reverse.

With the others taken care of, she turned her attention to their host. Maggie sighed as she looked down at the carved flesh of his naked form. She hated having to reverse such a work of art, especially when she discovered what she would be restoring. The poor guy was nearly the opposite of his fantasy self, a short, almost effeminate guy without a bit of ruggedness to him or even a nice endowment to compensate.

This was one place where she did have discretion. No one really forced her to clean up the effects of magic, it was simply something that wizards and sorceresses did to keep from having to deal with the havoc that such changes could bring. There was no authority to check her work, in fact the only thing others cared about was that no one made or left a mess that would cause normal people to suspect magic was real.

Maggie concentrated on a new spell. Restoring him to his original form was easy, but what she had in mind would be a bit more difficult since it involved altering reality instead of simply returning it to a previous state. She managed the number of ripples by only going half way. She didn't make him taller, but left him with most of the muscles and a cock large enough that women would love it without risking permanent injury.

He'd never even realize that he'd been changed, that was part of the way magic worked, but Maggie felt better giving him a reward after he'd brought her such pleasure. She didn't do that too often, but some days she just couldn't walk away without making things better.

The magic had faded away as she stood. It rarely took long once the core of the wild magic was contained. Everyone would simply wake up and go about their day. None of the others would remember what had happened, though they'd be confused about the missing hours, it would be little more than a nagging feeling. Even the rest of the world would barely notice their absence. It was the way magic worked for normal folk. It operated in the background, masking perceptions even as reality changed.

The final step was restoring herself. She stood up and closed her eyes. As fun as the big breasts and curvy frame could be, Maggie preferred her more svelte form. A quick swirl of magic left her wavering as her body shifted and her clothes changed back to their original form.

With that done, she slipped into a corner and watched as everyone woke up. There were a few moments of shared confusion and then everyone wandered off. They'd go back to their lives, none the wiser. Maggie smiled as she held out her hand and looked down at the pulsing glow of trapped magic. It had been a good afternoon, and she knew just the necklace that could use another charged stone.

Life was never dull with magic. Sometimes she wished she could share the truth with everyone else, but Maggie enjoyed the secrets as well. She opened up her senses, searching for another outburst of magic, and felt the smoothness of a world at peace. She let out a sigh of relief, this had been enough fun for one day.

There was always plenty of magic for tomorrow.

The End ( Part 1 )

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