Turned

by Jennifer White

 

"...and so that's how I know he's always dressing up in my things" said Sherry.

"You poor thing" said Joyce, taking a sip of her hot herbal tea. Sherry took a sip too.

 

"If you don't mind, I'd like to get some tea bags from you. This is really soothing, and nothing has calmed my nerves like this. Tranquilizers don't work on me anymore, it seems."

"Sure things Sherry" said Joyce. "But you can't share it with anyone. This is something special, that I've used my powers on."

 

Sherry nodded. She was glad to have a girlfriend who had sorceress powers. She had never asked her for anything before, other than being a friend. But now, she had a need that only Joyce could help her with.

 

"I can help you with your husband" said Joyce. "How long have you been married to Mark? Five years now?"

"Five and a half."

"And when did you discover that he was dressing up in your things?"

"I should have known when we were dating. Now that I look back, I see little things that should have added up. But it was only this month that I knew for sure. But I'm afraid to confront him with it. He likes to dress up as a woman, but emotionally, he's all man. If I get on him about anything, he just clams up, and doesn't want to talk."

 

"I think that this situation is something where I will consent to use my magic" said Joyce. "What he needs, is to understand what it is like to *really* be a woman. I'll need some time to prepare things. Go home now, and take a nice nap. Come to me tomorrow, and bring me an outfit of yours. Something he'll find irresistible to wear. I'll take care of everything for you."

"Thank you so much. I'm so sorry to have to ask this of you, I...."

"Shhh" said Joyce. "That's what friends are for."

 

* * *

 

Sherry laid the outfit out on the bed. She couldn't believe that these clothes contained a magic spell! But Joyce assured her that everything would work out. When everything was in place, she took out the ring that Joyce had given her. She slipped it on her finger, as she looked at herself in the mirror. She could not believe what she saw: nothing!

The ring gave her a cloak of invisibility. Mark would be in the room with her, but he'd never see her. Joyce told her that if she whispered to him, he'd hear her, but not on the physical level. It would be as if her voice was talking right to his mind. She wouldn't do that unless she had to though. She wanted him to decide to dress himself up. Then it would all be his fault.

 

Right on schedule, Mark arrived. Sherry had parked her car on the next block, so he would think she wasn't home. She heard footsteps on the stairway, and then saw Mark enter the room. For a moment, Sherry was unsure of herself: what if he could see her? But Joyce's magic was true, and he saw no trace of her at all as he walked into the room.

Just as she expected, his eyes turned towards the outfit that she had laid out on the bed. Mark looked around, then closed the door. He went to the window, and drew the curtains. The room was dim now, so he turned on a light. Nobody would be able to see what he was about to do.

 

Mark took his clothes off, tossing them carelessly into a pile on the floor. Sherry had to suppress the urge to walk over and fold up his pants, so they wouldn't get all wrinkled from laying in a pile. She took a deep breath, and stood where she was, so she'd get a good look at what went on.

 

 

Mark started by picking up the panties that were laying there on the bed, next to the clothes. To him, they looked like an ordinary pair of frilly white panties, with high cut legs and lacy trim. They were irresistible to him, and he *had* to wear them.

But they were no ordinary panties: they had been endowed with powers, thanks to the spells that Joyce had cast upon them. He of course had no way to know this, and he casually slipped them on. As soon as they were in place, the spell began, although as part of the magic, Joyce had made things so that he wouldn't even notice, until it was too late.

 

The spell in the panties began its work on Mark immediately. As he put them on, he had become very hard, and there was quite a bulge in them. But as Sherry watched, unseen from just a few feet away, the unsightly bulge got smaller and smaller, until it was completely gone. Now there was only a soft mound under the panties, making them lie just the way they should on a woman.

Mark still felt extremely aroused. But it was *female* arousal he felt now. Blood was flowing to the new clit that had formed where once his penis had been. Instead of getting hard, he was starting to get *wet*, although the magic prevented him from noticing the difference.

He had a pussy now, from wearing the panties, and he didn't even know it! He went next for the bra.

Mark picked it up, and Sherry was amazed at the ease with which he put it on. He had clearly worn one dozens and dozens of times before. He fastened the clasps behind his back with the expertise of a woman, not the clumsy pawing of a man.

Now he went to his underwear drawer, and pulled out a pile of boxers. He stuffed some into the left bra cup, and then an equal amount into the right one. He shaped the piles a bit with his hands, until the looked more even. There were some bumps, because of the thin material in the bra cups. This was no padded bar. It was a sheer thin stretch material, with a lacy pattern.

As Sherry watched, the rough edges of the piles under the bra cups started to melt away. And at the very top, the outline of a large, hard nipple started to show through. Just as the panties had transformed Mark's penis into a pussy, the bra had made boobs form on his chest.

He didn't notice this either, nor did he notice how the hairs on his chest were fading away, becoming finer and finer, disappearing from view. He now had real boobs, D-cups, based on how he had stuffed the bra so full, and he had a wet pussy in his panties. But his mind only thought of the clothes he was about to put on.

 

Next to the outfit was a pair of control top pantyhose. They were tan colored, and somewhat sheer. He carefully rolled them up, showing Sherry that he had worn them many times as well. He already knew how to put them on without causing a run. He slid them up his legs, and let go the top with a snap once it was firmly in place.

Normally, control top pantyhose would help hide your tummy a little, and hug your curves. But Mark didn't have curves... yet. Sherry smiled as the pantyhose went to work on his body. Slowly but surely, things began to change, as his hips started to get wider, while his tummy grew narrower.

The pantyhose already laid perfectly flat in front, where he had a pussy. But now in the back, his rear end started to become rounder, and shaped just like that of a sexy woman. His hips continued to widen, even as his legs started to loose their muscular male shape, and began to look long and smooth, with the small flexible muscles of a woman.

Even the hairs on his legs started to disappear, so now he looked really good in the pantyhose. He didn't realize it, but from the bellybutton on down, he was already completely female. Even inside his body, out of Sherry's sight, he now had ovaries, a uterus, and everything. Only his face and upper body gave away the fact that he was still partly a man.

 

Even with the drastic changes, Mark couldn't sense how he had changed. Joyce's spell made him see himself in the "normal" way, as a man dressing in women's clothing. Now it was time to put on the blouse. It was white, with frilly cuffs and a frill running down the middle. There was lace trim, including on the collar. He pulled it on, and buttoned it up. It felt soft and silky to him, even as it started to alter his upper body.

His shoulders were becoming smaller by the moment. Instead of the blocky hard ones of a man, they became soft and supple. His arms became slender too, his large muscles becoming flexible wiry, like those in his legs. Even his hands were becoming smaller now, his fingers finer, and the nails at the ends of them long and perfectly shaped into ovals.

 

Mark felt an electric thrill, as he picked up the blue chalkstriped pencil skirt to complete the outfit. He pulled it up, and it fit perfectly, the very narrow waist closing around him. It should have occurred to him that a man with a 32 inch waistline couldn't possibly fit into that narrow of a skirt. And it should not flow over curves so wonderfully, as this one was doing. But he couldn't notice, he still saw himself as a man in the mirror.

 

Now Mark's head was the last manly looking thing on him; the rest was all woman. This would easily be fixed by wearing a necklace that Joyce had blessed with her spell. But now Sherry needed to nudge him to put it on.

 

"This outfit really needs a necklace" she whispered into his ear. "I really want to wear that one on the dresser."

 

Although she spoke the words, while she wore the ring, the words she said seemed to come inside from Mark's head. He didn't realize that it was *her* speaking; he thought that it was his own idea! He picked up the necklace, and fastened it behind his head.

Even before he let go, his hair was already becoming longer, full and thick. His nose was rapidly shrinking, become fine and long. His cheekbones were more prominent now, his lips full and pouty, and his eyes becoming blue and sultry.

Mindlessly, he brushed his long hair, as Sherry whispered into his ear.

 

"I've got to put on makeup" she said. "I feel so naked without it."

 

Mark hummed as he started to put on makeup with an expert touch. He used a light foundation, blush on his cheeks, mascara, eyeliner, a touch of sparkly gold on his eyelids, and moist glimmery pink on his lips. He admired how he looked. He didn't realize that he had completely transformed, and now he was a woman, in every way.

 

It was time for Sherry to reveal herself, and to take full control of him.

 

"I need to put on Sherry's ring" she whispered. "I can't even breathe if I don't have it!"

 

As these thoughts entered Mark's mind, she slipped the ring off, and stepped forward. He looked at her, gasping for breath.

 

"You want this, don't you?" she said, offering the ring to him.

He nodded his head vigorously, taking the ring from her. It was far too small for his old fingers; but with his new petite feminine hand, it slipped on easily. He was finally able to take a breath, and he looked up gratefully at Sherry.

 

"Thank you" he said in a high pitched voice. A female voice.

 

"You're quite welcome, Andrea" she replied.

 

Suddenly, it hit Mark. He was all dressed up in Sherry's clothes, and here she was, looking at him! She had caught him in the act of dressing up! Oh no! And she had called him.... Andrea. The name echoed in his head. Andrea. Andrea. She had called him Andrea. Andrea. That was his name. He was Andrea.

 

"You look very pretty Andrea" said Sherry.

"Thank you" replied *Andrea*. The name Mark was forgotten; that name no longer held any meaning for him.

 

Andrea was blushing however. He had been caught red-handed.

 

"I'm so sorry Sherry" he said.

"About what, dear?" she asked.

"About dressing up in your clothes. I didn't mean for you to ever see me like this."

 

Sherry looked and Andrea and smiled.

"There is nothing to be ashamed of" she said. "It is okay for you to wear my clothes. After all, you are my girlfriend."

 

 

"I am your girlfriend" said Andrea.

 

Girlfriend. A friend who is a girl. Or the girl who is dating someone. Girlfriend. He was Sherry's girlfriend. She had said so. Girlfriend. Him. But a man couldn't be a girlfriend.... only a female could. But Sherry had called him 'girlfriend'. He was her girlfriend, so he must be a girl. *She* must be a girl. She was a girl. She, Andrea, was a girl!

 

Sherry smiled as she watched the woman in front of her come to terms with the fact that she was now female. It was time for her to discover her new body.

 

"Look how well your blouse shows off your big boobs" she said. "They look so big, so full and firm."

 

Andrea put *her* hands onto *her* boobs.

 

"I have boobs!" she exclaimed, as she felt them. It wasn't a pile of boxers stuffing her bra full, it was a pair of boobs on her chest! She was stacked now. She had real breasts. A wonderful large pair.

 

That send a chill down Andrea's spine. If she had real breasts.... she reached down, feeling her firm flat tummy. For the first time, she noticed how wide her hips were compared to her tummy, and how flat her skirt laid on her. So flat in fact, that there was nothing under it at all anymore.

 

"That's right Andrea. You *are* a woman now" said Sherry. "You have a pussy."

"I have a pussy" replied Andrea, as her mind reeled. She was a woman. She was a woman. A real woman. She had boobs. She had a pussy. She was a woman now. A woman!

 

"Go to the mirror, and look at yourself" said Sherry. "Look how pretty you have become."

 

Andrea touched her hand to her face. No! It could not be real! She saw a pretty woman in the mirror, with soft skin, long hair, pouty lips, a full bosom, curves, long legs, and everything. That woman in the mirror was her! She had become a woman! She was a woman now. A real woman.

 

"I....." she started to say, but now she noticed her new voice. She noticed everything. The spell that had kept her from noting the changes had been lifted, and now she came to the full realization that everything had changed. She now occupied a female body. She was a woman now, in ever way. She looked up at Sherry, terrified.

 

"You will find that you are *mine* now" said Sherry. "I control your very thoughts. You will do whatever I tell you to do. Take off your clothes Andrea, so you can see all of your new body."

 

Even before she completed the sentence, Andrea was hurrying to get out of her clothes so she could see her new body. It was as if Sherry's orders were her own deepest desires. There was no question of resisting; as Sherry told her to do it, she did it. There could be no other way. It was total, complete control.

 

She took off her skirt, and neatly folded it as she laid it on the bed. She did the same with her blouse. The removed her pantyhose, and then pulled off her panties. She admired the neatly shaved hair she had down there, shaped into a small rectangle.

Then she reached back and undid her bra. She felt the weight come off her shoulders, and felt her boobs sag a bit as they were released from the supporting cups of the bra. Her nipples were hard, poking out, standing erect. She went to the mirror, and admired her new feminine body.

 

Sherry was busy taking off her own clothes. She walked over to Andrea, and kissed her on the lips, putting her hands onto Andrea's full breasts. Sherry pinched her nipples gently, twisting them a big, causing Andrea to feel new sensations she never imagined.

Andrea gasped as Sherry kissed her neck, then her ear, and then gave her another full kiss. Her body was quivering all over, as Sherry expertly used her hands to touch her in all the right ways to turn her on. Andrea had no idea what it felt like for a woman to feel a full arousal; now she was so taken aback that she couldn't even speak.

She was completely powerless as Sherry started to play with her large erect nipples. She used her hand on the left one, then put her mouth around the one on the right, and started to suck. She used her teeth to nip Andea's nipple a bit, sending her into a fit of giggles.

Then Sherry took her finger, and started to tease Andrea around her new labia. She ran her fingers through the small rectangle of hair above Andrea's new pussy. Then at last, her finger moved in between the lips of Andrea's labia, and brushed against the hood of flesh around her clit.

 

"Oooh!" squealed Andrea, feeling the new sensation of having her clit touched.

 

Sherry knew that Andrea was ready. She could feel the wetness inside her pussy. Sherry fell to her knees, stuck out her tongue, and licked Andrea's labia from bottom to top. She kept her tongue at the top, and started to work it inside, until it found Andrea's clit. Her tongue danced, as her fingers tweaked Andrea's nipples, occasionally cupping around her large full breasts.

 

Andrea was in heaven. She started to let out uncontrollable moans, with the occasional shriek as orgasm after orgasm tore through her. It was like an electrical storm in her brain, making it impossible to control herself or her emotions. She went crazy, squirming, breathing hard, her tummy shaking uncontrollably, her head tossing back, and her eyes rolling back up into her head as she was lost in the full onslaught of yet another female orgasm.

 

Now Sherry upped the stimulation yet again, sticking two fingers up into Andrea's moist receptive pussy. She moved her fingertips along the wall of Andrea's vagina, feeling the walnut-like texture. At last, she found what she was looking for: the little bump at the top, where she applied just the right pressure, until she was able to fire off Andrea's so-called "g spot", sending her into an even deeper pleasure.

 

 

When at last she stopped, Andrea covered her mouth with her hands. She was completely stunned, and speechless. She was still shaking all over. She had not been prepared for what it would feel like to come as a woman! When Sherry asked Andrea to go down on her, Andrea was on her knees before Sherry could blink.

She did to Sherry, what Sherry had just done to her. Sherry came several times, although she was used to what it felt like to come as a woman, so it wasn't as overwhelming of a sensation for her. But it was *wonderful*, and she smiled as Andrea's tongue make small circles around her clit. Mark hated going down on her. She always had to twist his arm, and even then he acted resentful. But now that he was Andrea, he rather seemed to like it!

 

"Do you want to come again?" asked Sherry.

"Oh yes I do!" replied Andrea, eagerly.

"Good. Wait here a moment."

 

Andrea watched as Sherry stepped out of the room. A few moments later, she returned. But what Andrea saw made her go pale, and almost pass out: accompanying Sherry was a man!

 

He was tall, with dark hair, with just a touch of gray in the temples. He had a muscular chest, with a mat of dark hairs. His stomach was flat, his legs lean and strong. And he was removing his boxers!

 

Andrea was suddenly aware that a *man* was looking at *her* naked body, and she didn't know what to do. She was a woman, but she still had memories of being a man. So seeing *this* man looking at *her*, and getting aroused from what he saw, was something that made her stomach turn.

 

"Andrea, this is Jon" said Sherry. "He wants you. You are going to make love with him."

 

Sherry walked over to Andrea, and whispered into her ears.

 

"You *want* him. You want him so much, that you *have* to have him. I order your to seduce him, and let him do whatever he wants to you."

 

Andrea stared at Sherry with bulging eyes. Then Andrea looked over at Jon. She was supposed to want him? But he was a man! A handsome man. A handsome man who was getting aroused from seeing Andrea's naked body. A man. A man with a large erect penis, just waiting to plunge into her receptive pussy.

A man who wanted her, as much as she wanted him. She wanted him! Yes! She was a woman, and she wanted this man! She wanted to feel that big dick up inside of her. She just *had* to have him. Andrea smiled at him. Half of her face was hidden behind her long hair. She put a finger into her hair, and twirled it around, as she winked at him.

 

"You're so big and strong" she said, taking a step towards him. "So handsome. Mmmmm, you smell great too."

"Hello Andrea" said Jon.

 

Andrea took his left hand, and placed it on top of her large, full right breast.

 

"Do you like these?" she asked.

Jon nodded and grunted.

 

"They're for you. All of me is for you, my love."

 

She stepped closer, and kissed him on the chest. She pressed her body against his, and felt his manhood get even harder. She put her hands on his butt, and pulled him towards her. She looked up at him, her mouth agape, her moist lips just begging to be kissed.

 

"Take me, I'm yours" she said.

 

Jon leaned down, and kissed her hard on her lips. Suddenly, his tongue darted out of his mouth, and into hers. Andrea made no effort to resist. She let his tongue in, while her hands started to wander around Jon's body. He was touching her too now, feeling her all over. He felt so strong! That made her feel so weak. He was taking control, and she *liked* how it felt to surrender to him.

He laid her down on the bed, and spread her legs wide apart. She reached out to touch his huge penis. It was so hard. She wanted him so much!

 

"Ooh, you're so big" she said. "I want you inside me. Fuck me baby. Fuck me hard!!!"

 

Jon did just that. As Andrea laid back, he mounted her, and put himself deep inside her. As his penis filled up her fresh pussy for the first time, she was thrown into another series of orgasms, one bigger than the next.

 

"Ooooooh" said Andrea, as Jon thrust into her again and again, harder and harder, pounding her into submission. He held her hands down, and kissed her hard. His tongue went into her mouth again, even as he thrust into her body over and over. Andrea wrapped her legs around him, and put her hands around his neck.

 

Now she felt a new sensation: a splash of wetness between her legs, as Jon came inside her. His organ pumped and pumped, throbbing and releasing its load into her pussy. When he pulled out, she could feel it leak out of her, and onto the bed.

 

"Don't go!" said Andrea, as Jon stood up, and put his clothes back on.

 

"I'll wait downstairs" he said.

 

Andrea looked at him sadly, but Sherry made her stop. When Jon had left the room. Sherry snapped her fingers. Suddenly, everything changed in Andrea's mind. She wasn't Andrea anymore; he was Mark again. And he could remember everything that he had just done. He was still in a female body, but his mind was back to normal.

 

"I'll give you one chance, and only once chance" said Sherry, sternly. "Admit to me now what you've done, and give me a full, sincere apology."

 

Mark didn't know what she meant.

 

"If that's how you want to be...." said Sherry.

"What do you want from me!" said Mark. "What do you want me to admit to?"

"Everything" replied Sherry. "You know what you've done. Tell me now, or suffer the consequences."

"I don't understand! I didn't do anything!" said Mark, desperately.

 

"Very well" replied Sherry, with a touch of sadness in her voice. "I know you've been dressing up in my clothes. You've been doing it for years, haven't you?"

 

Mark was silent. As usual, when she confronted him with something, he clammed up. If he was innocent, he would have protested, but his silence was as much of an admission of guilt as anything.

 

"You ruined some of my clothes. You stretched out some, you made runs in others. When you dressed up in the special clothes that transformed you into a woman, you did it with expertise. Or in other words, you practiced over and over, until you got good at it. Isn't that true?"

 

Mark just nodded. Still nonverbal. But at least he admitted it now.

 

"When you returned some of my things, you didn't hang them properly. Some of them got wrinkled, and I had to wash them. You got a semen stain on one of my slips, and I had to get it dry-cleaned. And some of my panties disappeared, never to be found again."

 

"How did you notice?" he said, stunned that she discovered that. With a whole drawer full, how could she tell that he had taken a few pair?

 

"When I put on my pink bra, I looked for the matching panties. They were nowhere to be found. Two days later, they were on the top of the pile. Now how do you suppose that happened? After that, I noticed some pairs were completely gone. Often they'd disappear when you left on a business trip, then they'd reappear when you came home. Very suspicious, if you ask me."

 

"I'm sorry" he said, his voice a whisper.

 

"Its too late for that now" said Sherry coldly. "And I supposed you're going to deny that you have a huge collection of porn that you've downloaded from the internet? Looking at me wasn't good enough for you?"

 

"Its not what you think" he said.

"I'll be the judge of that. You like looking at *other* women, but not at me. You dress up in my things. You ruin my clothes. By not telling me, you've been lying to me for all these years. And now when I confront you, and give you a chance for forgiveness, you deny it at first."

 

Mark couldn't handle the emotional response that his female body produced. He couldn't hold back the tears; he started crying like a baby. Sherry walked over and slapped him.

 

"Get ahold of yourself. Listen to me carefully. I'll give you one last chance to redeem yourself. Are you listening?"

 

"Yes!" said Mark. He couldn't afford to blow this. What was she going to do to him? She seemed to have strange new powers. She had transformed him into a woman. She had altered his mind. She had even made him seduce and make love to another man! What would she do if he didn't listen now?

 

"For what you've done, you deserve to be punished. You will be punished so that you learn your lesson, and never do anything like this to me again. Tell me that you deserve to be punished."

"I deserve to be punished" said Mark, eager to please her.

 

"Right now, you're still in a female body, but I've restored your mind. Since you like dressing up as a woman so much, I've decided for that the next month, you are going stay in your new body, so that you *have* to dress up like a woman, every day. I've already called your office, and booked the vacation time for you. You will spend it as a woman."

 

Mark nodded. That didn't seem all bad.

 

"And while you are a woman, you are not going to live with me. You will be Jon's live-in girlfriend. He will get you a job at his office as a secretary. During the day, you'll work for him. Maybe he'll want you to come in to his office for private meetings. Under the desk."

 

Mark felt sick thinking about that!

 

"Then at night, you'll go home with him, and do whatever he tells you. You'll cook for him, clean his house, and make lv to him all night long. If I find out that you've slacked off, or that you're not pleasing him in *every* way, then I'll make you his willing slave forever. If you fail in your assignment in any way, I'll alter your mind so that the only thought you'll be capable of will be of pleasing him and wanting to fuck him all the time."

 

"No!" said Mark. "Please don't!"

"I won't have to, if you're a good girlfriend for him, and you do as you're told."

 

Mark felt sick in the pit of his stomach. He was going to keep his own mind for now, but he was going to have to live with a man, as his girlfriend, and make lv to him every day?

 

"Oh, and one last thing" said Sherry.

"What?" asked Mark, weakly.

"You're not allowed to use birth control. If somehow you wind up pregnant, it means that you were meant to have been born a woman. If you get knocked up, you will have to marry Jon, and spend the rest of your life as his wife. You're about to start your period today. Once cycle of the moon from now, if you have another period, then you're in the clear, and you can return here as my husband. But if you miss your period, then you're pregnant, and you will be a bride."

 

"I don't want to be a bride!" sobbed Mark.

"Think of the pretty dress you'll get to wear! Think of the wonderful ceremony. And the romantic honeymoon! You can Jon can make love every day."

 

"Please!" said Mark.

 

"I've made up my mind. Remember now, don't disobey me in any way. And don't disobey your boyfriend either. I'll be checking in with him. If you don't please him in *every* way....."

 

Mark nodded. He'd wind up a mindless sex slave if he did that. As disgusting as it was, he was going to have to let Jon do whatever he wanted to him, for the next month.

 

"Your bag is already packed for you downstairs. Your boyfriend is waiting for you. Go to him. When I see you in a month, it will either be you returning here to live with me, or it will be when I see you on the altar, in your bridal gown."

 

Joyce had explained it all to her. If Mark was really a woman on the inside, he would get pregnant with Jon's baby, and he'd be stuck as a woman forever. If that was the case, she was better off without him. If he was really a man however, it would be a horrible month for him. When it was done, he'd be so well behaved. How could he ever think of crossing his wife again, thinking that she possessed such power? He didn't know that Joyce was the source of the spell. As far as he knew, it came from Sherry.

 

"Go now" she said. "Your lover awaits you."

 

Mark looked back at Sherry with fear in his eyes. He hurried away from her, and down the stairs, where Jon was waiting. It was time for the test that would determine the rest of his life.......

  

  

  

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