Turning into a girl had long been a hobby of mine, I had known a spell since I was a kid that would turn me into a girl for several hours. My grandmother had taught it to me, and it turned me into what I would have looked like had I been born a girl. It was harmless and I enjoyed living a bit of life on the other side.
The Santa at the mall got angry when Ted made fun of him, and asked if he wanted Terrence, and adult, to sit on his lap.
I worked myself into the dress and made the last finishing touches on my makeup. ‘Perfect,’ I thought, finally content with my look for the evening. Now to get the opinion that really matters.
“Oh God!” I moaned as Jess pumped his dick into me over and over, no longer doubting his correct orientation.
“Tell me. Does this look good to you? Tell the truth.” she asked.
In school, I was always the “weird friend.” The one that no one really wanted around, but didn’t really have the heart to tell them to go away.
“Call your girlfriend. Tell her where you are,” I said.
“Come on you lost the bet.” my friend Kyle said.
This is a sequel to my earlier story The Cum ring and it’s sequel so you probably want to read those first. I plan a different ending if this one get’s a favorable response
(Part 22, #Olivia)