Mary, I’m sorry but I just can’t do this. I know I loved the taste of your pussy when I was a man, but now…. UGH! It’s not you. This woman I was swapped with is obviously straight ad so am I. Look, get up and get dressed and let’s go out and find a couple of guys. Suddenly a hard cock doesn’t sound nearly as repugnant as it did a few minutes ago.
That’s it! A hand shake and a “Thanks Dave. I owe you one” After I let you use that male to female spell on me so you would have a date to your company party and that’s it. Look James, all that dancing has made me horny. Would you please take me to bed like a normal date would. I think you owe me that much at least.
John is a smuggler. A very successful smuggler. John doesn’t smuggle drugs or gems or any such mundane items. No, John smuggles women. John will receive an order to deliver a woman to a particular location. Sometimes it’s a particular woman and sometimes it’s a certain type of woman. It doesn’t matter to John because, you see, John is a body hopper. First John locates the package then hops her. Then using the package’s own credit card, ID and passport, purchases a one way ticket. In effect, the package delivers herself. Take Sarah here. She appears to be just another American college student on vacation as she goes through airport security. Yesterday she was a women’s studies major at a leading east coast liberal arts college. Tomorrow she will awaken to find she is a birthday present from a wealthy oil sheik to his favorite nephew for the nephew’s 16th birthday. And John? With his fee safely deposited, he will just hop an unsuspecting traveler for a free ride back to the states. Ready to deliver the next package anywhere and any time.
I was nervous and I guess Kim sensed it. “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine” she whispered. “I patterned your body after mine and as much as my body loves sex, yours will too.”
!HOWARD! What do you think you’re dong?!
Thank you Honey for agreeing to bring me to the 10 year reunion. It’s my first time back since graduation. I have so many fond memories of high school. What’s that, Honey? Do I remember everything? Well of course I do, silly. Look! Isn’t that your old locker? Remember how I used to lock you in it? What’s that Honey? How long have I remembered. Oh I don’t know, I guess I got my memory back maybe 5 or 6 months after you cast that spell on me at the after graduation party. You know, the spell that changed me from a male bully and you chief tormenter into your submissive girl friend. Why didn’t I say anything? Because by then I loved you and we were about to be married. Now stop worrying and let’s enjoy the reunion. I want to show off my wonderful husband and pictures of the kids.
Oh my head hurts. What happened last night? Why can’t I remember? What’s this getting in my eyes? Is it hair? I don’t have long hair do I? I must because it’s attached to me. What am I laying on? It feels like a couple of pillows. Let me roll over. TITS! Why do I have tits? And such big ones too! Long hair, big tits. Am I a girl? I must be. But why can’t I move? Am I tied up? I must be, but why? Was I kidnapped? I don’t think so. This room is to nice and the bed is to comfortable for a kidnappers hideout. But where am I. I don’t recognize this room, but it is nice. Let’s see. I’m a girl, tied up on a comfortable bed in a strange bedroom. Am I into bondage or something? Maybe so. These ropes are sure tight enough but this gag is more symbolic than anything else. Look at what I’m wearing. Pink lacy panties and matching bra. They look like something a girl would wear to bed for her man. Is that what happened? Am I a girl who is into bondage who wore these for her man who tied her up and will be back soon to have his way with her? I wonder if he’s handsome? I wonder if he’ll be rough or gentile? Am I into rough? I’m into bondage so I might be into rough. I wonder if he’s hung? I’m actually starting to hope so. Should I call him master? I think I better. Will he call me his little slave? I hope so! I hope master gets here soon. I’m starting to get wet in anticipation. Maybe if I’m naughty, master will spank his little slave. I hope so. Then I can work all the harder to make it up to master.
Katie! Are you going to leave me like this?
Oh Honey. Come here. I know you feel bad. I know you feel all dirty now. Didn’t I tell you, you couldn’t drink as much as a woman? Didn’t I tell you to be careful? Didn’t I tell you the boys would try to get you drunk and take advantage of you?
Tommy and Dylan were two struggling college students who ordinarily couldn’t afford a high class establishment like Madam Olga’s House of Pleasure, but Madame Olga had made them a deal. They could each have one night with one of Madam Olga’s girls in exchange for one night of being one of Madam Olga’s girls.