Imogen's Lesson

by Dan Collins

 

This is the beginning of my story of what happened to me when I made the mistake of being sexist to my girlfriend. If you just can't help yourself then at least first check she's not a witch!

 

Imogen was gorgeous. Slim build, great shape, with fine blonde hair that flicked around her shoulders. She had a proud face with fine piercing blue eyes. Every guy that saw her took a second look. She looked more like an athlete than some roadhouse stripper but she was damn sexy. Maybe that confident way she carried herself was what made men want to get down and dirty with her.

And I was the lucky man. I'd kept myself in pretty good shape too so I could impress the right girl when I found her, and a few wrong but fun girls in the meantime. I had a good job, trading at a city firm. I was tall, pretty good lucking and wealthy. I guess I ticked enough of Imogen's boxes for her to give me a go when I threw my best lines at her at a mutual friend's party.

We got on pretty well and things moved fast. After 3 months I invited her to move in and she was happy to. I noticed a few strange bits and pieces, like powders and creams with weird names, but just figured they were girl stuff and didn't mention it. Another odd thing about Imogen were that she didn't work, but always seemed to have plenty of money. I figured she must just come from a rich family but she never wanted to talk about that. I was having a great time with her (she was just incredible in bed!) so I was happy to let her explain things whenever she was ready.

I was always very proud taking her out to parties. I looked twice as good with her on my arm and I enjoyed all the envious glances from the other guys, as Imogen well knew! At one of these parties Imogen got into a terrible row with a guy and as I was making my way over to them to break it up I just heard her say:

"With your filthy mind it'd be better if you never said anything at all."

With that she glared at him and wheeled away. I caught up with her but she wouldn't say a thing about it. But the weird thing was that just 10 minutes later this guy lost his voice, like totally. Not just a sore throat or a bit of a croak but no voice at all. His mouth was opening and closing frantically but no sound at all came out. I asked about him a couple of months later and apparently his voice had never come back. The doctors he'd seen couldn't find what was wrong and were completely baffled.

Perhaps I should have realised then that Imogen wasn't quite like other girls, but who'd have imagined?

Anyway, it'd be about 6 months after this incident that I was lying around the house on a Saturday afternoon watching back to back football games. Imogen got home with some shopping and pointed out the place was a mess, which it was. Like I could care less though. I had my football on and I wasn't budging. Imogen had let this go many times before but today she'd had enough and we ended up in stupid argument, which finished up something like:

"I've worked all week and now I'm watching football and that's that. You don't work. God knows where you get all your money. You should keep this place clean by yourself so I can relax when I'm home."

That ticked her off big time.

"Oh right. I get it. You're the guy and you go to the office and you want your little woman to keep a nice clean house for you so can drink beer and watch football all day when you're home. Is that it?"

"Now you're catching on," I replied. "Guys earn the money. Women look pretty and keep house. That's the way God intended it. You look pretty so now you've just got to learn to keep house better. Why don't you get to it now?"

Obviously I was going out of my way to pull her chain now. I knew sexism drove her crazy because she considered herself at least the equal of any man.

A very strange look came over her face and what she said next surprised me.

"OK Steve. I'll clean house for you today if that's what you want. I'll be your submissive little housekeeper. But I warn you there'll be a price to pay and you'll learn that hard way that sexist pigs are a pain in the ass. But it's up to you. Are you going to help me clean this place up or do you want me to do it by myself?"

"I've got football to watch doll. Now be a good girl and run along."

"Fine."

I ceremoniously settled back into the sofa and turned up the volume. I could faintly hear Imogen unpack the shopping and then head off to the bedroom.

Shortly afterwards she reappeared, smiling, in a very attractive maid's outfit I didn't even know she had.

"Sorry I raised my voice to you darling. Let me make it up to you. I was saving this outfit for a special occasion but it seemed appropriate as I'm going to wait on you, hand and foot, for the rest of the day. Can I get you a beer handsome?"

My mouth was just hanging open, partly in surprise at her attitude but mostly at how stunning she looked in that cute little maid outfit.

"Yeah, a beer would be great," was all I could manage to say.

A few moments later she gently set the ice cold beer down next to me, smiled and disappeared. Through the kitchen door I could see she was settling down to some hard cleaning in there. What had gotten into her?

This performance continued all day. She cleaned and tidied every room, cooked a delicious dinner and regularly checked if she could get me anything.

I decided she must have been freaked out by our little row and decided to make sure she was still in my good books. I could get used to this I thought! I didn't realise I had anything like this much influence over her. I must admit I was looking forward to a few more days like this one.

Finally, when I came to bed, she was provocatively posed in her most seductive baby-doll lingerie. She was gently rolling her tongue around one of her manicured fingers while a finger on her other hand was tracing up and down her exposed cleavage. Lying on her back in the middle of the bed, she writhed as I approached and murmured:

"I'm so glad you're here darling. I couldn't have waited a moment longer. Take me now you big stud. Show me what it means to be your woman."

This was bizarre but I was rock hard the moment I saw her and there wasn't enough blood left in my head to think about this much. I ripped my clothes off and dived on top of her. It was wonderful. She'd always been great in bed but tonight her only desire seemed to be to please me. She'd hold any pose I put her into, sigh appreciatively at my every move, and when I thought I was done she used her tongue to bring me back to a state of amazing arousal.

I drifted off to sleep totally satisfied with my every whim having been fully indulged. What a day it had been. The last thing I remembered was Imogen getting up and looking over her collection of powders. I was going to tell her to come back to bed but I was exhausted and my eyes closed.

 

 

I woke up with sun streaming in through the window, still feeling drowsy. I wasn't surprised I'd overslept after the previous night's adventures. I slipped out of bed and wandered over towards the bathroom.

As I did I caught sight of Imogen, still in her baby doll, and turned towards her grinning. She was grinning at me too. But something here was weird - she seemed to be on the other side of our dressing mirror. My first thought was she'd taken the mirror out of the frame for some reason and was standing on the other side as a joke.

"What are you doing?" I asked her, but she just mimiced me. I vaguely noticed I seemed to have a frog in my throat. My voice sounded weird.

I kept looking at her and she just kept looking back. I moved my hands up and she moved hers. I saw her hands knock against the bottom of her breasts and at the same time felt something wobble against my chest. I looked down and there, for all the world, were what looked like Imogen's breasts tucked neatly into her baby-doll.

I span back round towards the bed and there was, well, me! The person who looked exactly like me had a broad smile and now burst into a laugh.

"Oh darling, that was quite a performance! Have you worked it out yet?"

"What the hell is going on," I asked, against noticing my strange high voice.

I looked down at myself again, and again what appeared to be Imogen's body met my eyes. I squeezed what looked like her breasts and felt the warmth and pressure of my hands on them. This wasn't some simple trick.

"Am I dreaming?"

"Oh I'm afraid not my dear girl."

The guy that looked like me got out of bed and walked over. He towered over me.

"I told you there'd be a price to pay for yesterday's indulgence of your sexism. I hope you enjoyed it while it lasted. You certainly seemed to! But now it's time for your forfeit. You're going to find out just what it's like to deal with male chauvinism, because you're a woman now. My woman. From now on, till I decide otherwise, I'm Steve and you're Imogen.

You see I'm a witch! You did wonder a bit about how that nasty little man lost his voice didn't you, but decided not to pursue it with me. Very wise. I'd happily never have used my magic on you but you had to go and push me.

Well to teach you a lesson I've switched us round. I'll be the man and watch tv all day. You'll be the woman and, what was your phrase, look pretty and keep house. You have to admit I pulled the spell off brilliantly. What do you think?"

Through this little speech I'd only been able to gaze up at this guy trying to take it in.

"You mean, you're Imogen. Somehow you did this?"

"That's right doll," and she gave me a little squeeze.

"I've got to say I didn't realise quite how cute I was," she laughed, and swooped down to steal a kiss before I saw it coming.

"But you can't," I whimpered, "I'm not a girl."

I was trying to work myself into a fury but all I could feel was scared. I could feel tears welling up and had to try not to cry. I felt so vulnerable. She was looming over me in her strong masculine body (my body!) and all I could do was plead with her.

"Till I decide otherwise you are a girl. You'd better get used to it because I'm not swapping us back till I'm satisfied you've learned your lesson, and that's going to take a while. In fact I'm quite looking forward to seeing how the other half live myself. Being so big and strong, with such a beautiful girlfriend, can't be too bad now can it."

I just stared up at her. I couldn't think what to say. I was totally in her power.

She grinned down at me.

"You're adapting very well I think. You've already realised you're in no position to make threats. Without me you'll be a girl forever, and you're hardly in a position to make any physical threats now are you."

That finally did get me mad, her poking fun at the puny little body she'd put me into. I buried a fist as hard as I could into her stomach. It wasn't much of a punch but it still felt good.

She sat down on the bed and I thought I'd winded her. But then she grabbed me, whirled my feet effortlessly up into the air and lay me face down on her lap. I struggled to get off but she had me firmly pinned and I couldn't move an inch. Then I felt a firm slap come down on my ass.

"Oh," I gasped.

Then came another, and another. Not hard enough to really hurt but I couldn't help but gasp each time. Then, more from the humiliation than any pain, I began to cry. I just couldn't seem to help it.

At that I found myself set back on my feet and she was facing me again.

"Do you promise not to be a naughty girl and make me do that again?"

I nodded. I couldn't bear the thought of feeling so powerless and humiliated again, just like a child.

"Tell me you promise not to be a naughty girl again."

I had to choke back my sobs to speak.

"I promise."

"What do you promise," she said, taking a step towards me threateningly.

"I promise not to be a naughty girl again."

It was awful having to say that, but not as awful as being spanked again.

"Good. I hope not to have to spank you again, unless perhaps you come to enjoy it."

"What?"

"There's still a bit more to tell you about darling. My spell did more than just switch our bodies. That would have been too easy for you to just sulk around the house and you'd never have learned what it's like to really be a woman, and a woman under the thumb of a sexist pig.

My spell is going to turn you into the sort of woman you made clear you wanted yesterday and that I provided to you. You're going to be your own ideal girl! Despite yourself you'll find you want to be pretty for me and keep a tidy home. And who knows exactly what sort of girl you'll end up becoming. My spell looks into your mind and turns you into the woman you most desired as a man. Even your body will change if there are features you'd always wished were a little different, perhaps larger?"

She really smirked at this last comment and her eyes drifted down towards my exposed chest. I felt myself instinctively cross my arms protectively.

"Basically, the more sexist you were, the more difficult the next few days are likely to be for you."

She paused and looked at the clock.

"Well," she laughed, "I've got to get going. Sunday football game with all my mates in half an hour! You've got me running a bit late with your heroics in bed last night doll face."

With that she was gone and I sat down to try to pull myself together. What had she done to me?

 

 

I couldn't see any way to get through this except to play along. Certainly nobody would believe me if I told them, and Imogen was my only route to getting my old body back. I'd simply have to convince her I was playing along and that I'd learned my lesson. When I got my body back I could decide what to do then - probably just get as far away from her as possible. A real live witch? Who'd have believed it?

I started by showering. That felt really weird, soaping over all my new curves, previously an erotic pleasure but now just personal hygiene! I tried not to look down too much and think about something else.

I tried on one of my smaller sweaters but it was just enormous on me now, coming down to my knees. Reluctantly I made my way over to Imogen's wardrobe. I slipped into a plain pair of her panties and was reaching for a baggy tee-shirt when an odd feeling came over me.

I just couldn't help wonder what it would feel like to slip into something more flattering and feminine. I tried not to but found I simply had to see how I looked in something nice. After all Imogen was out and would never know about this little slip. My curiousity had now totally got the better of me and I pressed ahead without further thought.

I removed the plain underwear, rather enjoying sliding them over my smooth and elegant legs this time, and selected a smart matching set of bra and panties. I can't describe the feeling as I pulled the bra round into place and my breasts settled into their supportive holders. I felt so totally girlish. It was overwhelming. I struck various poses infront of the mirror for about 10 minutes and was enchanted with my reflection.

Next I put on some patterned tights, a high necked but rather tight top that certainly showed off my perky assets, and a knee length skirt. I thought I looked smart but definitely very sexy.

Finally I sat at Imogen's make-up table and had a go at making up my face to look like hers. It came to me surpisingly easily, as if I had an instinct for it. Foundation, lipstick, eyeshadow all went on to create a subtle but appealing effect. I had no idea how I was doing such a good job and felt a bit uneasy that the spell was guiding my hand.

I looked at the final product in the dress mirror and was thrilled. I was a knock-out! I pouted at my reflection and giggled.

There was plenty of time to change back before Steve got home so I might as well enjoy looking this good a bit longer. I realised then that I'd thought of Imogen as Steve. I'd have to watch that. The spell had clearly left me dis-orientated but I was strong-minded and I would keep control. I just had to convince Steve, or rather Imogen, that I was playing along.

I wandered down to the kitchen for some breakfast. I wasn't very hungry so just had a piece of toast with some juice. Imogen seemed to have left the kitchen in a bit of a mess on his way out. It seemed to bug me this morning so I washed up and tidied. I felt a little swell of pleasure when it was done and looked spotless.

Suddenly a large pair of hands made their way round my tiny waist and I found myself giggling.

"Hi honey. You're looking good today," he said and swivelled me round to face him.

I found myself with my hands on the chest of my big, sweaty man. Again I had that feeling of being so small and helpless when pressed up against him, but this time it somehow felt nice. My man was such a fine specimen. If felt so comforting to be in his arms. Nothing could harm me there.

I gave into these strange feelings and let the side of my head rest on his chest. One of his hands slipped down from my waist and squeezed my ass. I squeaked with indignance and we both laughed.

I had an increasing feeling of being outside of myself. I was furious with Imogen for stealing my body and putting some kind of spell on me that was turning me into a woman, body and soul. But none of this fury was coming through in my behaviour. I was acting like a typical, loving girlfriend and it was only with an effort that I could keep remembering this wasn't the real me but Imogen's punishment.

He easily detached me and stepped back slightly.

"I'd delighted with the progress you're making Imogen from your sulky antics this morning. Now tell me who you are."

I hesitated, then realised what he wanted.

"I'm Imogen, your girlfriend."

"And I am?"

"Mmmm, Steve, my big wonderful boyfriend!"

What? I really hadn't meant to say that but it had just come straight out. I found myself just staring admiringly at him and didn't seem to be able to move. My other thoughts were gradually blotted out by a craving for his approval.

He smiled, and pleasure flooded through me that I'd passed this test.

"I must say you're coming along more quickly than I expected. It's almost as if this is coming naturally to you. And I must say I enjoyed my football game. Chatting with men who listened to what I said instead of just ogling me. Stretching out these long legs and throwing my weight around a bit. I've got to say I was pretty good! I think this spell is going to work out to be my best yet."

He chuckled as he finished and looked at me. I was still locked in place, gazing at him. I had an odd feeling that I needed his permission to move.

"I'm going to go shower now. Then I'll want a rest and some lunch after my game. You look cute in that outfit but a bit smart for housework. Why don't you change into something more appropriate?"

My legs leapt into action on their own accord and had me halfway up the stairs to the bedroom before I could stop dreamily thinking about how lucky I was to have a boyfriend like Steve. This was ridiculous. I had to be careful to hold on to myself and not get lost in the character that had been created for me. But everytime I looked at Steve my will just seemed to melt like butter and I found myself burning with a desire to please him.

I looked at my wardrobe again. Of course Steve was right that this outfit was totally unsuitable for household chores. I looked like I was about to go to a job interview or something. But what should I wear?

I pulled out a couple of house-dresses. I was going to put on one of these but then my eyes caught the kinky maid outfit from yesterday. As soon as I saw it I knew that I had to at least try it on and see how I looked in it. I stepped into it and tried to do it up, but it wouldn't zip. It was fine over the waist but, well, my bust just wouldn't go into it! It had been a tight fit yesterday but had gone on ok. Now that I thought of it, the top I'd been wearing all morning had become less comfortable and I'd felt quite confined. It had been a relief to get that top and bra off.

So I stood in just my panties and tights wondering what to do. I went to the wardrobe again and at the very far end found to my surprise another maid's dress. The same short frilly skirt, apron and provocative low-cut top. I tried putting it on but it seemed to be for a tiny woman and I couldn't do up the waist. For some reason I kept trying and it gradually seemed to get easier to zip up.

Next the straps were too short to get over my shoulders. Again I kept trying. I wanted so badly for some reason to fit into this dress! After a few tries it was as if the straps were somehow longer and fitted over my shoulders snugly.

So I was in it but noticed to my shame that in one area this dress was far too generous - the bust! The cups hung loosely off my chest. I felt tears coming. I was such a failure as a woman not to be able to fill these cups with my little breasts! But just as the tears were about to spill over I felt a tightness around my chest and looked down to see that I was now filling this dress perfectly. My breasts looked wonderful.

I went to the dress mirror and gasped. It wasn't the dress that had stretched into shape - it was me! I remembered Imogen's warning that I would come to be my ideal woman physically, as well as mentally, and I had burned with desire to get into this dress. I had lost about 6 inches in height so I was now definitely under 5 feet tall. My waist was just tiny - I thought if I turned sideways you could hardly see it. By contrast my breasts had blossomed into what looked like a D Cup. My delicate body was barely strong enough to support them. I had to consciously hold my shoulders back to keep from being dragged forwards.

Otherwise my hair seemed a bit longer, blonder and curlier. It framed my face perfectly and made me look ever so sweet, like a child's doll. In fact I now reminded myself of a doll I'd once seen in a shop window and had wished that real women could look like that. Well thanks to this spell, now I did.

None of the other clothes in the wardrobe would fit me now. They were for a taller and more athletic woman. You'd hardly recognise me from Imogen now. I looked like a cross between her and a very petite but well-endowed Playboy centrefold.

I made my way downstairs, finding I could now only walk with a very distinct wiggle of my hips. Even going slowly my breasts bobbled around and made progress more difficult.

Steve, now dressed in tee shirt and sweats, stood when I arrived and walked over to me. He now seemed impossibly tall. My eyes were level with the top if his waist. He took my right wrist in his left hand and easily lifted me up so I dangled from his grasp with our eyes level. It didn't hurt at all as I was now so light, and I returned his gaze, happy to be getting his attention.

"Well don't you look just lovely Imogen."

"Thank you sir," I replied.

Again the words were coming out without any conscious thought on my part. My new body seemed to know exactly what to do.

Steve's looked at me intently.

"Sir is it now? Tell me who you are."

"I'm Imogen, your maid and lover."

My mind reeled when I heard myself say that but I couldn't react at all. I just hung from Steve's hand, smiling at him.

"So this is what you wanted all the time! This is what you wanted from me if you could get it. A busty little maid to indulge all your sordid whims."

He was clearly angry and dropped me. I collapsed on the floor but straight away picked myself up and faced him, shoulders back and arms against my side in what seemed the correct pose.

"Very well. Well I said you would learn your lesson and it seems it will be an even sterner lesson than I imagined."

He paused and looked at me, not smiling anymore. I waited helplessly for his next words.

"Imogen is a rather fancy name for a maid I think. Can you think of a better one that you'd like?"

"Sindy" I replied right away. That had always been my fantasy name for a slutty subservient girlfriend. I was betraying myself with every word and thought.

"Excellent, 'Sindy the maid'. Now do you think a maid should speak to her master, unless she is spoken to?"

"No sir," I replied.

"Good, me neither. And should a maid devote herself to a strict rota of cooking and cleaning so her master's house is spotless and he is always well fed?"

"Yes sir," I answered.

"And if a maid is her master's lover, tell me, how should she conduct herself when invited to the master's bed?"

"She must cater for for his every whim sir. Her own pleasure is derived from satisfying her master," I answered

"And finally, what if her master were to bring other lovers home. What should the maid do then?"

"She must make these other lovers welcome, obey them if that is her master's pleasure, and make herself available as their plaything if they wish it," I answered.

My mind was clouding over with desire. I had been helpless to reveal the details of my deepest fantasy and now she know it, and I was the woman! I could almost feel myself adapting to my new role. Instead of wanting to dominate a submissive lover, I now wanted to be her. I was her.

"As I'm sure you realise Sindy, you've just described your own role in this house from now on. If I am displeased with you then I will spank you, but I suspect you'd rather enjoy that now wouldn't you?"

"Oh yes sir," I answered. It was true. The idea of being manhandled by my master like that sent tremors of desire through me.

Steve finally smiled at me.

"I approve of your new body Sindy. It 's most appropriate for your station. You're small enough not to be in the way as you carry out your duties, but perfectly formed with breasts that most women would kill for. We'll have some fun with those later.

But for now I'm going to watch today's game while you get me a beer and tidy the house. I did a bit yesterday but a proper maid like yourself will be able to do a much better job."

I blushed at this 'compliment' and rushed to get him his beer. Then I got down to some hard cleaning. He suggested I start with polishing the wooden living room floor, so of course I did. I worked my way around the sofa on my hands and knees, working hard, and he would give my ass a friendly smack when I came within reach.

I knew what was happening to me but I was totally in the spell's power now. It was hard to think because my mind would keep turning to planning out the rest of my cleaning schedule, and hoping that Steve, my master, would be pleased with me. I was totally wrapped up in the body and mind of my fantasy sex slave. There would be no escape until it pleased my master to release me.

 

 

I did a very through job on the house and finished late in the evening. No spot was left uncleaned. My body may have been tiny but it was surprisingly resilient. I had been cleaning for hours but I felt ready for further tasks if needed.

While cleaning the bedroom I allowed myself the luxury of another inspection of myself in the full length mirror. I had fallen totally in love with my new body. I loved how my tiny figure made my breasts look even bigger. I loved how fragile and vulnerable I was, and the idea that Steve could do anything he wished to me without me being to resist at all. I wished I could be even more in his power. He was so wonderful.

As I looked in the mirror I thought it was a trick of the light but the texture of my skin seemed to change. The few faint blemishes disappeared and it seemed to shine with an almost plastic sheen. My posture straigtened up. My lips thickened and pursed into an 'O' shape. I giggled but couldn't move my lips so all that came out was a little 'ooh' sound. My heart began to race as I realised I couldn't move at all. I was frozen, facing the mirror, shoulders back, mouth pursed.

I couldn't help noticing that I looked insanely hot. A perfect living sex doll waiting to be had. Another of my damn fantasies!

After about half an hour Steve came in to find me. He didn't seem very surprised. I still couldn't move so could only stand as he walked round me, inspecting me. Then he reached out and squeezed one of my breasts. Involuntarily I released a squeaky 'ooh' sound. His squeeze had felt wonderful and my 'ooh' clearly expressed that.

Without saying anything Steve pushed gently down on my shoulders and my legs bent and took me down to my knees. Then he stepped out of his trousers and underwear, raised my head slightly so that my mouth was brushing against the tip of his large and firmly erect penis, and then simply slid me on to it. I was a perfect fit. He began to slide my head up and down, gently at first then harder.

"Look at yourself in the mirror," he instructed.

My eyes swivelled round to watch our reflections. A large handsome man appeared to be enjoying oral sex with a very well made doll that was in a kneeling posture at his feet, as if worshipping him. The doll had large breasts that bobbled pleasingly as its head was worked back and forth along its owner's shaft.

The feeling of him in my mouth was getting me very excited, entirely beyond my control. I couldn't do anything beyond obey his guiding hands around my head, allowing myself to be usual as a tool to pleasure him, but silently an uncontainable pleasure was building up inside me. Finally he came in my mouth and I felt myself come too. A tiny shake of my locked body expressed my orgasm.

"Now swallow, " he said simply.

Suddenly my throat came back to life and I was able to obey his command.

"Part of me thinks I should leave you like this. I've allowed you to become your own fantasy girl and within a day you've turned into a sex doll. It's quite clear how you see women. Tell me why I should give you another chance and not just keep you as a doll, tucked away in a cupboard and pulled out for the occasional screw."

I was still stuck on my knees but my mouth was released by his command to talk. As my mind cleared I realised I was desperate not to be a doll stuck in a cupboard, and I took my chance to beg.

"Please. Don't leave me like this. I don't want to be a doll. I know I don't deserve another chance but please give me one. I'll be good. I'll make you happy!"

He looked down on me as he finished pulling back up his trousers.

"Very well. I will release you from your doll body and you will return to being Sindy the maid. If you are very good you may be allowed to beome Sindy the girlfriend. If you are bad you will return to being a doll. Is that clear?"

"Yes," I replied, overcome with relief. I'd have agreed to anything just to be released from this sex doll body. Being a maid was a big step up!

Steve waved a hand over my head and I felt life return to my body. I got up to my feet. He still towered over me.

"Go and clean yourself up. Then change into something pretty for bed. The maid's wardrobe is in the spare room. You'll find a few things there to fit your new shape. I will not be releasing you from this particular body that you have chosen for yourself," he said, gesturing at my breasts. "I must admit I rather like those and they will most certainly not fit in to any of my old clothes! Besides, the proper attire for a maid is quite different."

"Yes, thank you sir."

"One last thing Sindy. In return for my favour you will do one for me. You will always think of me now as Steve and accept that this body belongs to me. You will accept your new body and life as Sindy. I owe you nothing. Do you agree to this?"

"I do," I replied.

As I said this Imogen waved her hand and dropped a little powder from it. I wondered why I'd thought of the name 'Imogen'. This was Steve. I was Sindy. There was no Imogen. I had agreed to put our old lives behind us and I must do just that.

I changed into a luscious little nighty that showed off everything I had to offer, which was quite a bit. I skipped back down to Steve's room and knocked. He bid me to enter and I stepped in to find him standing naked near the mirror.

He smiled and nodded his approval at my appearance. I walked up to him, put my tiny hands on his broad muscular chest, stood on tiptoe and kissed him as high on his fabulous body as I could reach. He lifted me easily, a thigh in each hand, so I was wrapped around him with my hands around his neck. I breathed in his scent and my heart was beating furiously.

"Now isn't this better?" he asked.

"Yes Sir," I replied enthusiastically, feeling him begin to press against me between my thighs.

"For now you may call me Steve," he said warmly.

And with that he carried me over to the nearest wall, put me gently against it with my legs wrapped around his waist, slipped easily into me and made love to me like he'd done this a thousand times before. I have no idea how many times I came but, when I recovered my senses, I was still wrapped around him, panting and my nighty was soaked with sweat. I had been in a frenzy of pleasure.

"God, you're amazing Steve" I managed to say.

"Thank you Sindy," he grinned. "You were rather good yourself. I think we're going to have a lot of fun now, don't you?"

"Oh yes Steve," I said.

"Why don't you sleep here with me tonight. You can move into the maid's room properly tomorrow, and I may wish to make use of you again tonight," he said, and gave both my breasts a big squeeze.

"Ooh," I exclaimed in surprise and pleasure.

We looked at each other and laughed.

"You're quite a woman Sindy. Now get that ass of yours into my bed."

"Yes sir!"

  

  

  

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