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A Little Game of Poker                  by: Rocketman

 

When I got a call from Julianne Holland a couple of days ago I was, needless to say, in complete and utter---dropping to the floor shock. We’d gone out a couple of months ago, but our last date had ended with her saying to my face that all I was interested in was ‘fucking and getting blown’.

She was right.

"Hi, Jimmy", she said in that sexy voice of hers that immediately made my dick press against my boxers. Quivering with excitement and concern that she would call me out of the blue, I answered, "Hello, Julie."

She laughed slowly. Oh man, I was throbbing down there. Anymore and my erection would burst the seam of my pants. Well, maybe not, but it sure felt like it.

"I was just wondering if you’d like to come over to my place." Oh yeah! I rule! That was what my mind and manhood were saying, but my mouth would have to say something a little less exuberant.

"I suppose I could. What for?" Suppose I could?! You idiot! You’re gonna lose that damn cunt again if you talk like that! Just get over there and get in her panties.

"Just come over." Oh I’ll come over all right, I thought to myself, I’ll come all over you!

I shook my head. Man did she had a way of turning me on with just her voice. Looking down at my bulge, I cleared my thoughts and tried to Zen in down. I let my hands move out, then back in. Focus on your goal. Sure it sounded like crap, but it worked most of the time. But this time, not even all the mental focus on Earth could bring my erection down from it’s lofty heights. With a sigh, I put on a shirt and got in my truck.

Julianne’s place was a little ways away. I drove as fast as I could, fearful I would come before I got there. When I finally pulled into a spot at her apartment I could feel it. Oh man, I was gonna blow. I sauntered over to her door and rung the doorbell. Julianne opened it after a minute.

She had on a red low-cut blouse, a sexy cardigan only half-buttoned, and a matching leather mini-skirt that showed off her gorgeous, absolutely perfect legs. Unfortunately her lustrous hair was pulled back by a scrunche. That did it. I burst right there, all over my boxers. And like the energizer bunny, I kept going and going and going….

Julianne noticed the growing damp spot in my pants and told me to take them off. With a smile, she added, "Besides, you won’t be needing them anyway." I pulled my pants off and despite the fact that I’d just come all over them I was still erect and desperately aching for Julie’s warm, wet, tight pussy.

"Follow me", she said, after she’d instructed me to remove my shirt as well. She glanced down at my cock and rubbed her tongue against her lips casually. Oh man, if she didn’t do something quick I was gonna explode all over her nice carpet. I had fond memories of that carpet. We’d fucked like minks a couple of times on her apartment carpet. I noticed she’d been able to get the stains out.

She led me over to her bedroom where she had some clothes laid out, her clothes. She smiled and said, "Here you go. Put them on."

I stared at her a moment, speechless. "Huh?"

"Put the clothes on or leave right now."

"What’s the meaning of this?"

She smiled naughtily and whispered, "Just a little game. Come on, be a sport, Jimmy. I know you love the feel of satin." I gasped, I’d never told her about any of that! How did she know?

"I have my ways of finding out, Jimmy Taylor. Now please, put on the pretty clothes." She made a pouty face and my cock started throbbing again. I nodded quickly and told her I would, but that I didn’t know if they would fit. She giggled.

"Oh I think they’ll fit." I started with the satin panties. Oh, how I loved to put them on early in the morning when Julianne was asleep. Had she found out that way? Pretended to be asleep when she really wasn’t? I didn’t know for sure. I slipped them up my legs and over my groin. I looked down them. While my cock distorted them drastically and they revealed quite a bit my ass, they were a much better fit than I could have anticipated. Next, a nylon-spandex skirt that had an even sexier look than the one Julie was wearing. I slipped it on slowly, worried about splitting it with my broad legs, but once again to my surprise, I got it on with little effort.

I looked at the next item, a D-cup, satin bra. Oh, Julie’s glorious breasts. How dare that terrible blouse confine them, they oughta be free, free to sucked on and fucked. With a little help from Julie, I got it on. A little tight, and of course, the cups were completely empty.

I put on one of her frilly, v-neck blouses next, like the kind she was wearing that nicely displayed the top of her cleavage. On me though, it just displayed my, gladly, flat, slightly muscular chest. And now for a cardigan of my own. With a smile, I half-buttoned it. She snickered and handed me the last two items, a pair of high heels and a hot pink scrunche. I was wearing what was pretty much her own personal uniform.

I probably should have felt weird in a getup like that, but instead I felt really turned on. Julie had never done this before. Maybe she was ready to make amends with me. I just got my toes in and carefully balanced myself on the shoes. I teetered precariously and grabbed a bit of my hair, which I pulled into the scrunche. I looked over in the mirror, and laughed at what I was seeing as though looking at a clown. That was exactly what I felt like though and even Julie looked amused.

"Come with me", she said after I’d had my laugh. I hobbled over to living room where I noticed she’d set up a card table with two seats.

Sarcastically, I asked, "Oh goodie, are we gonna play gin rummy, or maybe bridge? Oh I do love bridge, don’t you?" Still, despite my comments, Julie cracked a sweet smile.

"No, we’re gonna a little game of strip poker, with a twist."

"I see, we’re gonna have sex afterward, right?"

She shrugged, "Sure." I frowned, what was the twist then? I asked her as much. "The twist is with each time you need a loan, you have to give up a part of your masculine body in exchange for it’s feminine counterpart. Simply as that."

I knew right away she’d gone loony. Probably had a knife which she’d use to cut off my dick when I loaned or something. That didn’t make sense though with what she said. Was she serious? She smiled and asked, "Are you game? If not, there’s the door. I have neighbor who I think would have a rather….strong reaction to what you’re wearing."

I gulped and said, "All right, I’ll play your little game, just as long as there’s no funny stuff." She smiled sweetly again and flashed her eyebrows. Be it the situation or something else, my cock wasn’t quite as excited as he’d been a few minutes ago.

I sat down in one of the seats. Julianne cut the cards and shuffled them. I used to be an excellent card player back in college.

Julie broke out the monetary units we’d be using, little beads. Each of the white ones represented one dollar, the red ones five dollars, the blue ten dollars, the yellow twenty dollars, the green represented fifty and the black ones, a hundred dollars. Julie gave herself and me two-hundred dollars each. A black, a green, a yellow, a blue, three red and five white ones.

Julie dealt the first hand, we each tossed in one of our red ones and we each looked at our cards. All I had was a bunch of junk, no matches or anything. I tried to put on my best poker face, but I appeared grim. Had Julianne been telling the truth, was she really gonna change me, somehow, into a girl? It seemed impossible, perhaps magic?

Enough of that, I told myself, back to the cards. I bet another red one and Julie folded. I frowned and thought to myself that was terribly easy, then I realized that she was playing strategically. She was cutting her losses. And her plan had succeeded. It had only cost her one red bead.

I shuffled the second time, but it didn’t bring me any luck. Just a pair of jacks. I bet five and this time Julie didn’t back out so quickly, she saw my bet and raised it a white bead. Perhaps I should go higher. No, I told myself, don’t let it all bleed out, don’t give in to her. Keep the beating low and wait for something good. Or I could draw. I though about it and decided to go with a draw, why wait to see if she would?

Well, not much luck there. Nothing to go with them. I raised her a twice more after exchanging a blue for two red and called. Oh my! It’d been close, she had a pair of sixes. Well not bad so far, not bad. Julianne smiled slightly. I sighed and watched as she dealt the next hand.

I was up by a yellow, a blue and one red on her. Darn! The only thing that looked good on this hand was the jack of spades and the queen of spades. Kinda risky though. I bet a red and was surprised when she chose to discard all of a sudden. She must have a rather weak hand, I thought. I dumped everything but those two in hopes I’d hit the jackpot with a royal flush or something. But it wasn’t….well…in the cards.

Just a king of spades and junk. I’d have to bluff or fold. I bluffed, but she called. She didn’t have anything either, but still beat me. Oh well, only down a blue and two whites from before, still on top though. Always hope for the next hand.

More nothing though on this one. But I was able to discard and salvage a pair of queens out of the hand. As well, I started betting thirty and I think I spooked Julie, cause she folded after the pot started getting large. Oh yeah! Now I was up by 84!

She looked frustrated. She never was all that good with poker. Why’d she challenge me to it? Oh bother, the same old, mismatched kind, queen and jack I’d gotten before. What could I do with that? I could hold out hope one would find a match or I go for it all. I placed my thirty bet and she saw it and raised me a white one. Not too confident. She probably had junk like I did. But then she could be bluffing again. Another bet and she discarded. I held onto my trio and my jack picked up an amigo. Ok, good. Probably one last bet before she called. Oh my, she folded, and with all those beads. Oh odd! Well, she musta had junk. She was down now to just two yellow, a red and four whites. I dealt the hand and hoped for something to finish her off. Well, I had a choice to make. I ended up with a red-fest, diamonds and hearts, a pair of jacks and the potential for a flush. Well, first things were first though. I bet a thirty once again.

Darn bitch! She ruined the whole thing and folded! Oh well, always the next hand. She leaned back again her chair slightly, showing off her firm, wonderful breasts.

Another hodgepodge this time, a possible straight but a big change there. Nothing matching. Oh well, I was ahead. A bet or two and if it looked like she had something, I’d fold. But she beat me to it again. Confound it! It was almost like she was giving it to me.

I’d lost track of the number of hands we’d played. This one though looked bad again and Julie saw my bet on this one, probably a bad sign. One more and she wanted to discard. What to do here to improve my chances. I tossed out all but the five and the queen, those looked promising. Julie just about cleared house.

Yes! I’d picked up another queen. Not much, but it was more than I’d had. I just hoped that my elation didn’t get picked up my Julie. Another bet, and she called, but she just had a pair of jacks. I squeaked by her and send her into deficit territory, 91 dollars under to be precise.

She sighed a little and said she’d take off her scrunche for ten dollars. I accepted this and watch as she pull it off, her gorgeous, sandy-blond hair cascading down on her shoulders. I took the scrunche gladly and awaited her next offer.

"I’ll take off my cardigan for a yellow and a blue." A little cheap, I thought, but I took that one too. Oh, just her bra and blouse covering her chest. My heart pulsed at the very thought. Just a little bit more to go. Then she surprised me and offered her blouse for a green. I nodded quickly and took it as she was back in the green. Oh my God, I could see her dinner plate-sized , erect nipples through her satin bra. Mercy! Good ol’ cockadoodle-doo was coming back with a vengeance through that skirt.

One more round and I’d have her skirt. Oh yeah.

Darn in all! Junk again! Well, make the best of it. I draw first off to see where I stood and to contemplate folding. I tossed out all but an ace. Absolutely no help there. Could I bluff it? Or should I play it safe? I bet a green and she folded. Oh yes! I had her skirt, but the price was steep, eighty bucks. But just the chance to see her glorious legs, leading up all the way up to her thong panties. I felt a shiver of arousal.

Then I got another ace-ruling, nothing hand. Well, same policy unless Julie looks confident. Then I made a big mistake. I kept betting greens and it turned out when I folded, that I was getting nothing for Christmas, so to speak.

Julie sucked me out and was fully clothes rather quickly and I was only a bit over her. How quickly things had changed. I shook and worried about what she’d said. Well, we’d see.

More of absolutely nothing giving rise to even more nothing. I had a chance for a flush, but I got a spade instead of the heart I’d been hoping for. Thinking that Julie was bluffing, a fatal mistake, it turned out, I got skewered and bumped down to a black and a white. I trade the black for some usable beads and awaited the next hand.

A total disaster followed it, more of absolutely nothing but a wimpy pair of twos. And I went in debt. I decided to use the same pay levels as Julie had.

"Ok, for the first one" announced Julie, "A girl’s hair for your hair. Ten dollars."

I gulped and wondered what would happen, but I said it was fair. Instantly, I could feel long locks cascading on my shoulders, held back by the hot pink scrunche I was wearing. I clutched a bit of it and realized that Julie wasn’t kidding. Somehow, she had the ability to change me. Did it go all the way though? Could she make me a woman in every way? I felt curious, but still frightened. I loved my cock, I didn’t want to say goodbye to it, even for however brief a period.

I decided it wouldn’t get that far, just maybe tits and that would be it, no pussy. I’d pull back up then and get my masculine body back and I’d make her strip. Wait! What was I thinking?! Consenting to tits?! All I had was long, mmmm, rather silky, lovely hair.

But then I still had two other things to lose. She thought about it. "Ok, your body hair for thirty bucks." Well, I’d been meaning to shave it for a while. I agreed and immediately felt all the hair on my body vanish, except for some faint hair under my arms and an inverted, triangular tuft in my groin, which I confirmed by peaking under my panties.

One last bit to get out of debt. Ok. She decided rather quickly, "The curves of a woman for fifty." Not to bad, I thought. My hips just jutted out and tapered in, as well, my ass filled in and became rather nicely padded. My only complaint. Those my panties were giving me a wedgie because of my swollen ass.

At least that was the last of that and I even got all those things undone with the next hand, a four aces. Back to normal, I saw Julie wasn’t amused. Maybe she’d actually play now. And she did get me back, changing my hair and taking away my body hair again, but no big ass this time.

That came though with the next hand and two others. Julie decided on a girl’s body form, curves and height, but left behind my rather unproportional arms, legs and feet and it only took 75 dollars. The other one did take care of my arms, making them rather tiny, with well-manicured nails on top of them. Everything looked and felt larger than it had been. My arms felt more comfortable in that blouse now that their size had been adjusted. Before, the sleeves had reached a little past my shoulder, now they went almost as far my elbow.

I didn’t have anything else of worth in any of the other hands. Julie made my legs and feet in proportion with my body. I really had nice, sexy calves and my feet finally fit, comparatively, comfortably into those tiny heels. My glorious, girlish legs were now a compliment, rather than a abomination to my lovely skirt. I shook my head, dear me, I was going a trifle off the deep end, but then this was rather fun. Besides, it was just a game, after all, wasn’t it?

What came next though worried me. I could feel my bra stretching and accepting my new bosom, which quickly reshaped the contours of my blouse and attracted the attention of my cock.

Julie smiled as I pleaded with her not to take that to, but as I opened my lips, I realized the sound that was building in my throat bore absolutely no resemblance to my former one. I now had the vocal talents of a phone sex operator, just like Julie.

But she didn’t listen and the bulge pressing against that panties soon became a mere nub on top of my vaginal folds. I could feel the aroma of my arousal rising from my panties and moistening them.

I looked down to stare at my tits. Geez did they seem large. I cupped them with my hands, sending shivers of arousal down to my already terribly aroused pussy. Julie instructed me to stand up and follow her. I did as she led me to the bathroom.

She turned me to the mirror and I was floored at the lovely woman that was standing there before me. She bore a passing resemblance to Julianne, but more in a younger sister sorta way, especially since we were both dressing in similar outfits.

Then something hit me. "Darling?"

"What is it, Jamie?" Rather appropriate name chose, I thought.

I knew she figured I was gonna ask her it this was permanent or some, but I had a feeling that it would be, just by the faint grin on her face.

"Would you mind if I, you know, use the restroom? I have to urinate."

She arched her eyebrows, "Do you know how?’

"Come on, give me a little credit, I’m not that dumb and since I don’t have my dick thinking for me now, as you used to so eloquently put it, I’ve got those extra brain cells working for me. All I have do is sit, relax, let it flow and let gravity do it’s work. And when I’m done, wipe front to back so to avoid those nasty yeast infections you used to tell me about for hours on end."

Sure a bit snappish, but I really had to go. She shook her head in disgust and said, "Go, I’ll be in the bedroom." And she closed the door behind her.

I attended to my business and did exactly as I said I would. Interesting sensation. Anyway, it left me feeling more relaxed than I’d been in a while. And helped to clear my mind.

Once out of the bathroom, I looked around for Julie and discovered that she was nowhere to seen. Probably in the bedroom, tweaking her nipples, finger humping herself and waiting for me. I always had a hunch she was lesbian.

Moving slowly, I slipped out the door and got into my truck. The ignition though was a rather loud sound. So I backed out quickly and pulled away. I saw Julie rushing out, half-naked and with nipples so erect you could see even from this distance through her blouse. Too bad.

When I got back to my place, the phone was ringing off the hook. I knew who is was. "Jimmy, you goddamn prick!"

"Sorry, I think you’ve got the wrong number, no prick here, just a pussy."

"Oh yeah, well I hope you like your pussy, Jimmy, because it’s yours for life." I just smiled, "Thanks, darling. You have no idea how much this is going to help business, as well as my sex life."

Julie didn’t say anything for a moment. "Huh?’

I explained, "As much as I loved my dick, you tend to get tired of it after thirty year, thanks to you, I have twenty-year old, virgin pussy to play with. As well, my adult novelties story, my patrons, mostly male, preferred a female to brighten the landscape. I’ll be doing fabulous business now and it’s all thanks to you."

"Damn you, Jimmy! You weren’t supposed to like it! You were supposed to 69 me!"

Doing my best imitation of her voice, I said, "Julie, all you’re interested in is tweaking and licking. I can’t sob be with a girl who’s got nothing but that on her mind."

Julie yelled over the line and hung up as I laughed to myself.

Well, I told myself, it’d be a bit of an adjustment, but I could do it, just another challenge to take. I knew people who could get my identification changed and like I told Julie, business would be booming at the shop with my new form.

Thinking about the shop, I decided to go over them and grab a little….something for myself.

 

  

The End

 

 


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