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Phone Witch
by: Jack Andrews
edited by Jennifer Stewart
©2001

 

The night was filled with erotic energy and promise. Ok, I’m lying: it was a standard evening alone. I’d already checked out the various "erotica" sites that I frequent, scanned the tube for anything NOT a summer rerun or related to that damn non-game show which had stolen its name from the Ô80s band of the same name. I called a couple friends, but they were busy so I decided to make an early call to my favorite phone sex line.

This was a great service with multiple lines and dozens of women. It wasn’t cheap, but it was not at 900 number rates either. I had a list of women who could give me quite the fantasy for my dollar.

I checked out the websites of various women who were on call and came across Amanda, a new "girl." I listened to her thoughtfully provided audio clip and I loved her voice and attitude.

Before I could place the call, I needed to get into character, so to speak: I cross-dressed while I made these calls. I pulled out my clothes from their hiding place and began to decide on what to wear. I chose a gray matching bra and panty set. The bra was a stretchy, smooth nylon-like material that had an underwire. It nicely held my large C-cup silicone breast forms to my body. Once covered, the realistically feeling breast forms looked as if they were in perfect proportion to my body. The panty felt soft and smooth against my skin. It gently held my cock and balls out of sight and made it impossible to grab my cock during the call, forcing me to push-and-rub as a woman would do.

I continued dressing up for my call by taking out some black control top pantyhose, a waist-cinching girdle, and a black, footed, gloved and hooded spandex bodysuit. It is a very erotic ensemble. I’d love to see my girlfriend in it, but then there’d be a little explaining to do.

Now properly attired, I placed my to Amanda and explained my complex fantasy: I wanted to be physically transformed, completely against my will, into a beautiful woman by either pharmaceutical or magical means. Although I am a big fan of TG fiction, I have no desire to make the change permanent.

"That won’t be a problem, you see, I am a witch."

"Good shtick!" I thought and then said,

"That’s great! What my fantasy is, is to feel all of the changes, nothing painful, that happen to my body, totally against my will. You are in complete control and make it very clear to me that you are. You have to make it clear that it’s your choice and there is nothing I can do to stop the changes. Tell me how I feel and don’t ask my permission. While you’re doing this, I’ll be looking at the pictures of a woman I think it would be awesome to either become or be with."

"Alright."

"You can come up with any scenario you’d like as long as you hit the main points: make me feel my stomach get sucked in and flattened; my hips push out and get wider; my waist get drawn in. YouÕll eventually make my cock and balls get sucked into my body. The most important change that I want to feel is growing breasts. They should begin to grow slowly through my nipples. Like they slowly awaken and tingle and push and press and get heavier. Nothing too big, just in proportion to my new body."

"Very well. As I said, that won’t be a problem."

"You can start whenever you’re ready."

She began by instructing me to breathe several times in rapid succession to "get all the toxins out" and to relax me. She began with a story of me at a bar where my drink had been drugged. I listened intently to her, taking those deep breaths. Her voice was melodic.

I was becoming light headed in the story while gradually slipping away. In reality, I was feeling very odd. She was taunting me. Amanda had the part down perfectly. Her voice was sexy and soothing. By this time, I was not really listening to the words, but being lulled by the tone of her voice. I began to feel her pushing from inside my head. That is the only way I can explain it. I could hear the tone and intonation of her voice outside of me, but she was inside.

"I told you I was a witch. You didn’t believe me. Let’s continue with your fantasy."

I tried to hang up the phone, but I could not move. I fixated on the beautiful woman on my screen. I thought I could hear her chanting something not in English.

"You called in looking for a fantasy. You didn’t count on finding a witch at the other end of the phone. Take a deep breath and hold it, until I say otherwise."

I really could not believe that I was doing exactly as she had instructed.

"Feel me enter your body and mind. All resistance is gone. You cannot stop me, no matter how much you’d like to. Exhale, take a deeper breath and hold it until I say."

I felt a presence within me.

Scared, turned on or both, I could not decide.

"Focus on the woman on the screen. Focus. See her hair and her eyes and her mouth. See her lips and her teeth and her ears. Look at her nose, her shoulders, her neck."

I was doing exactly that. I still could not move or look away, but no longer cared.

"Look at her stomach. See how flat it is. Look carefully. You cannot resist. You have...no choice."

It was as though a switch had been thrown. I felt that I was a passenger in my body.

"Breathe."

"This is real." Her voice was inside my head.

"Listen and feel my presence. Your stomach is tighter...tighter...smaller...more compact...feel my words shape your body. I am becoming your will and I am in total control."

My stomach was tighter.

The muscles cramped tightly and I could not control them.

"Tighter and tighter. Smaller and smaller. Flatter, more feminine."

Again I heard the strange chanting in the background. I had cross-dressed before making the call and I could not see my stomach becoming a tummy, but I could feel it.

"Your waist is bounded by a drawstring and I am pulling the ends. Your brain being overloaded with near-orgasmic bliss and you have lost control. You’re mine to mold and shape and control. You can only feel my power and the changes I am making to your body. Breathe deeper. I can feel your fear. Feel the tingling behind your nipples. It’s an odd feeling but erotic and pleasant. YouÕve never felt like this before. You are becoming very aroused."

I tried to assess the situation, but my thoughts would not come together. She was in my head and I tried to push her out. "Do not try to resist me. It is no use. Your body is mine to mold. Your mind is mine to write on. Take a deep breath. Hold it as long as you can. When you release it, you will feel all of your resistance leaving your body. Your mind will be blank. This scares and arouses you. Feel how flat your tummy is. It looks just like the tummy of the girl in the picture."

I was scared but very turned on. I took that deep breath and I held it.

"Your nipples are tingling faster now, ‘round and ‘round your nipple. ‘Round and ‘round. ‘Round and ‘round. Feel the pressure behind the nipple as it tries to push out. ‘Round and ‘round, tingle and push. Tingle and push, ‘round and ‘round."

It was difficult not to release my breath and it was becoming difficult to think at all.

"So erotic, so horny, so scared. I’m taking the drawstring that is attached to your waist. It is also attached to your hair...As I tug the drawstring, feel your hair crawl. Feel your waist compress. You feel no pain, only boundless pleasure. It feels so good. You cannot resist. You almost don’t want to resist. It scares you that it feels so good."

Unable to hold my breath any longer, I released it. Everything slowed. I could not form any thoughts. All I could do is feel what was happening to my body. It’s like I was an observer who has the ability to actually feel the story.

"That’s right. You are all mine now. There isn’t any resistance left because you are no longer own this body. Feel me pull the drawstring. Your waist is smaller and more petite. Feel your hair grow. It feels like insects crawling. Longer and longer it grows as your waist shrinks smaller and smaller. It feels so good. If you could think, you’d think how wonderful this feels. Feel your ass begin to fill. As if someone is adding an erotic gel to it from the inside."

I could feel my hair reach the top of my back. My midsection felt as if I’d been cut in two. My ass felt like there was more of it. It felt good, so good that I wanted this to happen.

"See the girl in the picture. Her hair is becoming your hair. Feel the drawstring pull. Your waist is shrinking to her size. Your hair is growing. You are very aroused. It feels so good. Enjoy the feelings. Don’t think. Your ass is much fuller. Feel the pulsing in your nipples. The pulsing is in your cock and balls now. The sensations are very strong."

My hair was down to the top of my ass. The rest of my body throbbed with erotic sensation. I hung on her every word, soaking up all of the pleasure induced by the transformation. As if I had a choice.

"Her hair is now your hair.

Her waist is now your waist. This next part will be slightly painful, but it will bring you more pleasure than you have ever felt before. Inhale deeply and feel the pulsation in your nipples begin to push harder. It wants to escape. It will feel so good if it escapes. Your cock is also pulsing with an erotic beat. Each beat seems to radiate up into your new tummy and out through your hips. Feel each beat of your cock and each pulse of your nipples. With each beat, your hips begin to soften. Your nipples are aching and stretching. Something wants to escape. Your hips are softer. They are ready. You are ready. Ask me to finish you."

I could form but a single thought: I want to be completed. I had to feel this pleasure. It was so wonderful. In that moment, I couldn’t believe my own mouth answer in a girlish voice, "Please, Mistress, finish me."

If I could have, I would have passed out.

"Breathe deeply, my pet and feel my hand on your back. You can feel the pleasure of my hand on your back. Feel it pushing through your back into your midsection. There is no blood, only a lot of pressure. Erotic pressure. Erotic pressure everywhere. I am reaching through your body and grabbing you. Feel your cock and balls pulse even faster. They are pulsing so fast...if I would let you come, you would have the most powerful orgasm ever. I am not letting you come. Feel my hand grab your cock and balls from inside of your body and pull them up with one fast motion. The fast motion produces an erotic wave that quickly but evenly pushes out your hips and re-tilts your pelvis. The feeling is so great you are ready for anything. I know you can’t think or move, but feel the pleasure. You can feel your crotch almost instantly form into a vagina and clitoris. You want to come so badly. Your body feels wonderful."

If I’d ever gotten to this level ecstasy without her assistance, I would have had my heart explode right out of my chest.

"Your chest and your nipples are pulsing harder. The sensation is almost painful. Feel your hips continue to expand. Feel your new clit shudder in orgasmic anticipation. I will return control to you in a moment. You will not come, you will not pass out or have any other physical harm come to your body. You will not hang up the phone, you will not scream or speak above a normal phone voice. It is impossible for you to touch anything except the upper half of your body. For your reward, one that you couldn’t possibly have imagined before you dialed my number, all you need to do is say, ‘Please Mistress, let my breasts free’ because after all, that’s what the pressure in your nipples is. I now release you."

I waited, maybe two seconds, when it all hit me and I knew exactly what had gone on in the last 10 minutes. Everything she’d done to my body was still active and pulsing, pressuring and euphoric. It took me another second and this time, it was me, "Please Mistress, let my breasts free."

I heard a laugh from the other end of the line. The pulsing instantly became constant. I felt what was like two hands inside my back and in that instant, I felt the pressure release and my breasts began to grow. My clit and nipples became the center of my universe.

"Feel my hands push your breasts out. You can feel them moving outwards...they are beautiful and growing. We’ve passed an A cup now...and fuller. Your nipples are very sensitive. Feeling your clit come alive. See the girl in the photo and focus on her chest. Your chest is passing a B cup now and still expanding. Feel the weight of your breasts as my hands continue to set them free. The new sensations feel so good. Feel them expand even more as I push harder."

I wanted to come more than I had ever before in my life but I could not get my hand down to my crotch.

"Your breasts are heavy and firm. Their weight is an erotic pull on your chest. Your nipples feel like sparklers. Your back muscles are strengthening to support the weight. They are so soft and firm. They will fill a C cup. I know you’re trying to reach your clit. Keep trying. You’ll make it soon. First, cup your new breasts. Feel their weight and their softness and their firmness. Touch your nipples. Touching them feels better than stroking your cock used to. Cup your breasts and again and hold them to your chest."

Both breasts and nipples began to tingle in a new way. My breasts felt even firmer and seemed to sit higher on my chest. Of course, I’d only had them for about 2 minutes, so I wasn’t really sure. What I was sure about is that they got heavier and fuller, without getting much larger. They felt perfect in my new feminine hands and looked beautiful from this new angle.

As I was focused on my breasts, I felt my hands get tugged downward towards my thighs over my firm and flat tummy past my re-tilted pelvis to my smooth, hairless and firm thighs. I did not stop to think about it at the time, but they were not the thighs I was used to.

"You are almost there. Almost completely womanized against your will. Feel your chest make one final push. It is so erotic. The nipples are more sensitive than you could have imagined. Your clit is practically begging for you to touch it. Your breasts are high and firm. They respond delightfully to your touch. You love to touch them. Your hand is almost to your clit. Once you touch it your first female orgasm will explode like an erotic fireworks display exploding inside your clit and nipples and tummy and breasts. You’ll be in your bed and the phone will be hung up. You will ride out the orgasm until you pass out. And you will pass out."

"But..."

"Hush. You’ll still be you, but after this orgasm, next time you become aroused, your feminine personality will take over. You’ll be happy to know that I did make you bi. Know that it won’t matter if you come looking for me, you’ll only find me if I want you to. Feel the pleasure. Everyone will believe you’ve always been a woman, so you will have no difficulties. If, and when, I’m ready, I may change you back. Until then, touch your clit."

I’d never known something could feel so great. My body exploded and contracted at the same time. Everything went white, then red, then green. I think I orgasmed a rainbow. I swear it went on for 15 minutes or longer, but I wasn’t sure since I passed out.

I woke up lying in my bed, still dressed in the clothes I wore before I made the call. It took a minute or so before I realized I did not have any "helper clothing" on. It was all me. The girdle and breast forms were gone. I felt the bra cupping my breasts and I was no longer holding my stomach muscles taut. I could feel the pantyhose caressing my hips and the spandex catsuit everywhere. I no longer had hair on my body. Everything felt erotically different.

As I sat up, I thought I was going to have another orgasm just from the rubbing of the bra on my nipples and spandex on my clit. I put the light on and looked in the mirror: I saw what could only be described as the slightly younger sister of the girl in the pictures. I was getting turned on by my own image. Someone else in my mind took over and before I knew it, I had another killer orgasm which robbed me of my consciousness.

That was three months ago. It has been a difficult adjustment. Even with the knowledge Mistress Amanda gave me about being a woman, there was still a lot to learn. Thank God she "taught" me how to wear high heels. In this new life, I’m a knockout that’s horny all the time. Once I pass a certain plateau, my feminine side takes over completely. I have no control from that point on. I won’t mention how many people I’ve slept with. Safely, I might add.

If you happen to run into her on a phone line (she’s never been back on the line since that day, in fact, the service doesn’t have a record of her employment or of me calling that night) or a message board or elsewhere, please be careful but let her know I’m looking for her.

Anyone seen my bra?

 

/end

 

 

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