When I visited Happy ending Massage parlor, I had no idea that I was going to be laying there, a gorgeous slim brunette covered in oil getting lowed by a 6 foot stud. I’m not an idiot, I know what a happy ending in a massage parlor means, but I figured I would get a handjob, maybe a blowjob. In hindsight I guess I should have been a little concerned when they had me fill out a bunch of legal forms, one of which said that this was an “irreversible life changing experience.”
Well, it’s been 4 years since my little encounter with Tiffany. What became of her you ask? well that adorable little thing licking my left tit, that’s her. You never forget your first they say, and despite her not being interested in girls for relationships, I have turned that girl into a pussy licking bisexual. Let me summarize what has happened since then.
It was only a short distance to the mall, and I was happy to see that in addition to being gorgeous and having an amazing house, I also had a great car. It didn’t take long for me to get to the mall, and it was a nice upscale one. I don’t know what compelled me to go there, as I had never really enjoyed shopping, but for some reason this felt right. Before long I was ducking in and out of different shops, trying on outfits, window shopping, just generally doing what you would expect a teenage girl to be doing.
I was always a little old fashioned, I believed a woman’s place was at home, caring for the house while the husband went out and provided for the family. That outlook also extended to the way I thought a woman should act, deferring to her husband in all aspects of life, including the bedroom.
Chuck didn’t believe his friend and roommate John when he told Chuck he had a magic dick. John claimed that it would turn anyone who saw it into a busty girl with an insatiable desire for dick. John had bet a years worth of rent if his claim wasn’t true, all Chuck had to do was look at it for 5 minutes.
Ever since I was a teenager I had been dismayed by modern society, for some reason I never could understand I seemed the think the 50’s had been the best time to live. Life had been simpler, people kinder. Jeez was I ignorant, I guess that’s what you get when your idea of history comes from poorly written movies. The way I found this out was that I’m now living in the 50’s.
I had always known dating a witch would be interesting, but nothing could have prepared me for this. Since Tiffany and I had started dating she had been pushing boundaries sexually, using her magic to make things interesting. Making me last longer, enhancing her own looks and ability to orgasm, but what she did this weekend really takes the cake.
“You are a cock sucking slut, you are a cock sucking slut.” These words echoed through Samuels broken mind, what remained of her will crumbling as the words became absolute truth. You couldn’t tell, but four hours ago the redhead with a mouth full of cock had been a 5’11” guy with shaggy blonde hair.
“Is she ready?” John asked. Looking at the bound and gagged blonde before him. It was hard to believe that only one week ago the busty beauty before him had been Charles Brown, or in clinical terms, Test subject 001 for gender and mind alteration serum UX-01.
“I can’t be a girl!” I moaned. Despite everything that had my wife Ashley had done to me, I was holding onto that single thought. I don’t know how or why she did it. I knew she was bisexual, but I thought that when we got married she was happy. I guess I was wrong.