The Score

by Jennifer White

  

On Terry's twenty-first birthday, he felt depressed. There he was, an adult. And still, for all of his life, he had never scored with a chick. As much as he loved looking at women, talking to them, staring at them, reading about them, or looking at their pictures on-line, he had never made it with one of them. This pained him to no end. How was he ever going to have one of them? He felt desperate and alone. And that was why he went to the witch.

I know what you're thinking "there's no such thing". Well, to put it bluntly, you are wrong. There are witches in the world, and Terry was fortunate enough to know one of them, who was a friend of a friend of an old friend of his. And so, with his tail between his legs, he went to her, in hopes of finally getting what his heart desired.

"Its pretty simple" he said. "I'm twenty one now, and I've never had a girl. All of my friends have slept with chicks. I'm the only one who hasn't ever had a babe."

"Maybe they're just bragging" said the witch. "Many young men are unable to admit a shortcoming, so they make up for it by bragging about something, even when it isn't true."

"No, they wouldn't lie to me. I'm the only one who is left out."

"Son, I am able to grant wishes" she said, "But these things never turn out like you envision. I know you think you want this, but I would highly recommend that you not make this wish."

"No" replied Terry. "I need this. And I've heard that your kind likes to trick people, and give us something other than what we wish for."

"That's not quite true" said the witch. "I just give people exactly what they ask for."

"Then I'll be careful" he replied.

"Very well then" said the witch. "Go ahead, and make your wish. But you understand that you will owe me a debt, and you will have to repay me at a time of my choosing."

"I understand" he said.

The witch nodded at him. He thought for a moment, before speaking.

"I wish that I was so attractive, that nobody can resist me, and I can have sex all the time" said Terry, carefully considering his words.

"Let it be so!" said the witch. "Let this child become so attractive, that all beholders feel such a strong sexual attraction that they cannot resist, and must give in!"

Terry smiled as she waved her hands, and a puff of smoke appeared all around him, making him cough.

"Smoke?" he said.

"Well, if I don't do that for effect, everyone is disappointed. Actually, you need to drink the potion I just created. Gulp it all down in one swallow, and at the stroke of midnight, you wish will come true."

Terry took the cup of red liquid, opened his mouth, and poured it all in. It kind of burned going down, like when he drank whiskey. But the taste was rather pleasant, like strawberries.

"Thank you so much!" he said, as he licked his lips, feeling giddy and excited. Tomorrow, he'd be unstoppable. He'd ask Michelle out. Or Linda. Or any chick he wanted. And then he'd score for sure.

"Don't thank me yet" she replied. "And don't forget, you owe me a debt. At the time of my choosing, you will come to me to repay your debt. If you don't, I can make things quite unpleasant for you."

"What, you'd turn me into a frog?" he asked.

"If you're lucky" she said. "Now off with you! I have important work I need to return to. I've wasted enough time today on a mere mortal."

"Good-bye, then" said Terry, as he left her small house, and headed home.

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Terry considered waiting up until midnight, when the spell would kick in. But it would be too late for him to find a babe to score with. He might as well go to bed. He'd have plenty of time the next day. He smiled as he laid down, and pulled up the covers. Tomorrow, his dreams would come true. He was going to score!

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The next morning, Terry woke up feeling refreshed. Sometimes in the morning, he felt stiff and sore, with all the running he did, along with the sports he played. But this morning, he felt really good. Instead of being tight, he felt quite limber. The bed sheets felt so comfy against his skin, that he didn't even feel like getting out of bed. But this was his big day!

He yawned, and stretched his arms. He felt something kind of funny, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Puzzled, he sat up in the bed, swinging his feet down over the edge. Something must be wrong; it felt like a pillow had stuck to his chest or something. He could feel it with the inside of his arms.

He looked down at himself, and let out a scream. It wasn't a pillow stuck to his chest: it was a pair of perfectly shaped female breasts.

No! He couldn't have boobs! They were for girls! How could he ever score with a babe if he had boobs? This was impossible! It couldn't be! He rushed to the mirror to see what was wrong with him. His T-shirt looked like it was about to burst now, as his huge perfect boobs pushed out against it, as if they were trying to free themselves.

When he saw his own reflection, Terry realized that he wasn't a 'him' anymore. He had become a she.

"I'm a girl" he said out loud in a soft delicate voice, that was about a minor third higher in pitch than his normal voice. It was a girl's voice. Just like the rest of him, his voice had changed. He pulled off the T-shirt he slept in, along with his boxers so he could get a look at all of his body. From head to toe, he was a perfect, pretty female.

His hair was brown now, long and straight, with blonde highlights. His eyebrows were plucked so that they tapered off to a point, drawing attention to his deep blue eyes. His lips were so full, and they looked so kissable! How could this sexy attractive chick in the mirror be him? His skin was so soft and smooth now. His arms so thin. His hands so delicate and fine.

With his T-shirt off now, he could see his perfect breasts. They were awesome to behold, large, full and firm, slightly up-pointed. Around his nipples was a large ring of color, which he couldn't help but touch with his fingers, feeling the ring of bumps around it. His nipples themselves seemed so huge. They were fully erect now, pointing out from the peaks of his new boobs.

His fingers moved down his flat tummy, where he now was so narrow in the waist! It felt so strange for his torso to get so small down there! But then it got wide again around his hips. He turned to the side, seeing his boobs jutting out in front of him. His flat tummy looked great in profile. The front of him was flat too, but his butt was rounded now. Along with his hips it made him look so sexy and desirable. It sent shivers up and down his spine to think just how good he was going to look in a skirt. No! He'd never wear one! He was going to make her change him back!

Now he turned to the front, and looked at the one area he had seen out of the corner of his eye, but had refused to directly examine. He started by looking at his long tanned legs, looking so smooth and so alluring. They would look so good wrapped in a skirt. But he was never going to wear one! He looked up past his muscular thighs to where his legs joined together. Right there between them, he was completely shaved bare. He could see everything. He could see his pussy.

"No...." he said out loud in his new female voice.

The witch smiled gently as she looked on him.

"As you can see, you are a girl now" she said. "Your name is Dana."

"Dana?" he replied, his voice cracking from the overwhelming sadness and fear he felt.

"Yes. You are Dana now."

"You have to fix this" he said, as anger started to overtake him. "I didn't wish to become a girl!"

"I gave you just what you asked for" replied the witch.

"You did not!" he said, now seething inside. How could she be so evil? How could she have done this to him?

"Lets go back, and see exactly what you said" replied the witch.

She made a gesture, and a cloud of smoke appeared by the wall. In it, Terry could see himself from minutes ago, when he had made the wish. He watched, and heard his real voice, as he spoke in the cloud.

"I wish that I was so attractive, that nobody can resist me, and I can have sex all the time" said his image. The witch waved her hand, and the smoke evaporated into nothingness.

"Are you attractive now?" asked the witch.

"Yes, but...."

"So attractive that nobody could resist you?"

"Yes, but like I was...."

"Let me tell you a secret about sex" said the witch, cutting him off again. "When a man and a woman go out on a date, the man wants to have sex more than anything. Most of the time, the woman does too. But who gets to decide? Who lets it happen, or stops it?"

"The woman?" said Terry.

"Exactly. She has the pussy, so she gets to decide when and where they have sex. She has the pussy, so she gets to make the rules."

"I don't understand" said Terry, who was now feeling an onrush of tears, as he tried with all his might to keep his emotions in check. They were running wild, finally freed from the bondage of the male mind. In his new female body, his emotions were free to be, and one after the other they overwhelmed him with their power. He wiped away a tear, as the witch continued.

"You have received your exact wish. You are so attractive, that you can have anyone you want. And you have a pussy now, so you get to decide who you have sex with, when you'll have sex, and where. You can have it all the time, just like you wished. You're in full control now Dana. You can get ld all you want now, whenever you want."

"I don't want to be a girl!" he shrieked.

"But you are now, so you had better get used to it."

"I don't want to have sex with a boy! I want to be with a girl!" he protested.

"You are so hot, you'll be able to seduce almost any girl you want now too. No male can resist you, and very few females. You can be with a girl, if that is what you really want."

Terry was crying now, unable to stop the tears. The witch came over and gave him a hug, to comfort him.

"You're cold" she said. "Lets get you into some clothes."

Terry could only stand there, as she began to dress him up. He felt like he had no power to stop her. He didn't protest as she pulled a bra out of thin air, and started to put it onto him. She worked his arms into the loops, pulled the cups over his huge boobs, and fastened the band behind his back. When she let go, he could feel the weight of his breasts being supported and shaped, the shoulder straps stretching in response. He was wearing a bra now.

Next, she waved her hand, and a matching pair of panties appeared. She put one of his feet through the hole, followed by the other. She pulled them up, and he could only stare, seeing how they laid flat against him between his legs. Their silky softness hid his pussy from view, and they felt really good against him.

He could only stare as she next produced a red plaid skirt, and had him step into it. She pulled it up over his legs, up above where he normally wore his pants, stopping when it got to his thin waist. She let the elastic band go with a snap, and he could only stare at himself, now wearing a sexy schoolgirl skirt.

She then put a white tank top on him, just big enough to cover his bra. It was all frilly at the edges, and it looked so sexy. It made his boobs really stand out, two perfect mounds. He stared as the witch pulled his hair into a ponytail, and put an elastic band around it to keep it in place. She put a gold necklace around his neck, with a gold and diamond heart on it. It dangled there, just above his boobs. He stood there, transfixed, as she put large hoop earrings on him. She waved her hand, and his face was magically covered with makeup. Pumps with six inch heels appeared on his feet. His fingernails were suddenly covered with bright red polish.

"You promised to perform a service for me, in return for having your wish granted" said the witch. "You will repay your debt now."

She waved her hand, and suddenly they were standing on the street outside a large house.

"In that house lives a boy named Davis. He is just your age, and very lonely. He wished that one day when his parents were out all night, a beautiful girl would come to his door, seduce him, and make love to him all night long."

Terry looked like a deer in the headlights, as he realized what she was asking him to do.

"I can't do that!" he protested.

"You can, and you will. You have two choices now. You can do as I have asked, and live up to your part of the bargain. Or I can wave my hand, and alter you forever."

"What do you mean?" he asked, frightened.

"I will make your female desires become so strong, that they will completely dominate your mind. All you'll be able to think about will be your need to be with a man. You'll drool over every single man you see, so desperate to have them make lv to you, that you'll do anything to get them. Even a fat ugly man will look like a movie star to you. In a word, you'll become a little slut."

"No!" said Terry.

"Then go do as I've asked you. Don't worry, your body will want to be with a man. As soon as you let him kiss you, you'll know what to do instinctively. You're a woman now, and your body will instinctively become receptive to him. Now are you going to walk up those steps on your own, or do I need to make you do it?"

"Okay" said Terry, defeated. "I'll do it."

The witch smiled as he walked up the steps, standing on the threshold. He looked back at her in fear, seeming like a sexy schoolgirl.

"You do have a female side now" said the witch. "If you let yourself get in touch with it, that might help. Remind yourself that you are Dana now. Remind yourself that you are a girl. If you do, you can reach the female part of your mind. It is just blocked from you right now. As soon as you accept your new self, things will become much easier for you."

Terry turned back to the door. He was Dana now. He was a girl. And he was going to have to seduce a young man, and have sex. He had to, or else the witch was going to turn him into a slut. He had no choice. He took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.....

  

  

  

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