Wrong Wizard              by: Paul G Jutras

 

Sam Hoseman always believe there was a microscopic truth in everything fiction. When he started reading stories on the internet about a traveling wizard who changed men into women, he decided to spend his summer vacation looking for him. Then he could start summer off as the woman he always meant to be.

He was traveling through the sandy desert of the middle east when he saw an odd little tent with a sign written in English instead of Arabic. A sign that simply said: SEE THE WIZARD.

"Excuse me?" Sam asked as he entered. "Are you The Wizard?"

"That’s my name." The Wizard stated flatly. "You want to be a woman."

"That’s right." Sam was about to ask how when he remembered stories.

"I have just what you want." The wizard said as he handed a box to Sam and held signed a contract for payment later. "Put this on and you’ll get just what you deserve."

Sam paid the man and took the box to his hotel room. He took a shower and washed away his body hair. He opened the box and pulled out a shiny flesh color body suit that he pictured when reading the wizard stories. "This is too good to be true." Sam said to himself as the feeling of real skin in his hands send a thrill through him. It sure was slippery and hard to hold on to. He picked up a pamphlet of instructions for the suit. It said the suit would customize itself to the wearer’s body. That body heat would cause it to tighten and contract to a perfect fit. Even though the suit had breasts and hips, he found it a little hard to believe.

Sam slipped one foot through the hole at the back of the neck and pushed it into the suit’s foot. He then put in the other foot and started to pull them up his smooth, hairless legs. When he got to the crotch, he notice a pocket for his balls and crotch that made him look he had a true vagina from the outside. With each moment he was happier than before. He continued to slip the suit pass his waist and put his arms into sleeves that ended in long painted finger nails. Next he slipped his head into the suit so that he was completely inside of the suit. He reached around the back of the suit and couldn’t find the hole he had climbed into. Just the feeling of human flesh. He also notice his Adam apple was gone and he spoke more like a lady. He looked down at his feet and saw his toes were painted like his fingers. When he looked in the mirror he saw the suit fitted like a second skin with one a single wrinkle or appearance that would tell the public it was a suit. He started to sweat in the suit as he played with his breast and vagina until he collapsed to the floor with his first female orgasm. He fell asleep playing with his new body.

When he woke up, he noticed it was the next morning. He stood up and looked in the mirror to see his waist was smaller, his groin flatter and his hips wider. The instructions he had read the previous night was telling the truth about the suit fitting to the body. He stood before the mirror in a sexy poise and admired his new body. One leg was out a little with the palm of one hand on his hip and the other stretched out admiring his fingernails.

A knock came at the door. When Sam went to answer it, there was not a sole on the street. Only a box sitting on the door step. He took the box in and opened the box. From inside he pulled out a white blouse, black mini skirt, stockings, corset, black leather ankle 5 inch boots. It was exactly the type of out he had always dreamed of wearing in public.

He took the clothes from the box and brought it before the mirror he was admiring himself in. He started with the corset, which he was surprise at the ease at how he laced the back. Like he had been doing it all his life. "Oh yes, it’s lovely." He said to himself in his feminine voice. He couldn’t believe he was able to make his waist any smaller than the suit had already. He slipped on a bra that was a perfect cup fit for his breasts and put on the blouse with a low cut front and long sleeves. He had more trouble with the buttons of the blouse than with the corset, but managed to get it done. Next he felt a thrill shoot up his leg and through out his body as he sat down and slip one foot into the nylon hose and pulled it up to his knee. Then happened with the other leg. He then stood up and pulled the hose up over his hips. He choose not to wear the panties and give people a bit of a thrill it they choose to look under the skirt. He then pulled the skirt up his smooth nylon coated legs and up on the hips. He pulled the back zipper until he was sure it was completely on. With a little jewelry thrown in, he looked perfect.

That was when he noticed a bottle water in the box he hadn’t notice before. Feeling thirst in the desert heat, he reached in and wet his whistle. As he finished the bottle, it slipped between his finger and thumb to the floor. He stood in a trance only dimly aware of where he was.

He woke up with a start. It was the sound of the door opening and closing. He turn to see The Wizard standing with two muscular, bare chest men with turbans, loose slacks and sandals. If Sam wasn’t so confused at why The Wizard was there, he would of like to of tested his new equipment on the men. "You look lovely my dear." The Wizard smiled as he ran his hand over Sam’s now smooth face.

The large men put shackles on Sam’s wrists and ankle. They held Sam still as The Wizard started to undress him. They did the skirt first and then the blouse. When the corset was removed the waist didn’t expand in the least. The liquid he had drank did something that aided the suit into compressing his body to keep its new shape even without it. The pantyhose was stripped off and a hand ran over his groin that sent a shiver of pleasure through him. "Looks like we have another female slave to be sold." The wizard said as Sam tried to struggle until the drink began to effect his mind like it did his body.

Shackled and naked (naked since the body suit was now his permanent body), Sam was stuffed into a box and put in a truck, which drove to the market place. He didn’t know long the drive was, but he fell asleep. He dreamed his was a dancer in a harem. Dress in a lovely purple outfit, he’d dance for his masters pleasure and make love to him upon his command. The seasons all seemed the same in the desert country, and he didn’t know how much time had passed in the dream.

Sam was shaken awake when the box was moved from the truck. He heard voices, all of them male. The box was removed and the light was so bright he had to shade his eyes and he was brought on stage with several other girls. "What’s going on?" Sam asked the wizard. "You don’t act like this in the internet stories?"

"I always count on foolish people like you believing in those fictional stories to transform young saps like you into slaves." The Wizard grinned. "You need to get your just desserts. We are going to sell you to someone who will have the right to do with your body anything he pleases. The fluid you drank is slowly effecting your mind so that you won’t have the will power to resist."

"I would like to introduce you to Susie from America." The Wizard smile. "She sold all her American rights to be a servant in our little country." Sam/Susie didn’t know how much the country money was to the American dollar, but she hoped she’d got a good price for her services.

She was moved off stage to her new master who took her back to his place. He put Susie in a large tub and used a gardening hose to wash her body off. Sam felt completely helpless inside of Susie’s body, which seem to be acting on auto pilot. Sam was just a terror filled passenger in Susie’s body now.

Susie was then given a purple bra top, Turkish trousers and a veil to cover her face below her eyes. She never felt so expose, but now knew why the bare feet of the body suit had painted toe nails to show off. She figured she’d never wear another pair of shoes the rest of her life. As he approached Susie now, he dropped his own trousers and inserted his large crotch into her vagina. He began pumping his fluid into her bucking hips until she burst into multiple orgasms and collapse from exhaustion. They feel asleep in one another arms.

Light again. Susie realized she had slept all afternoon and evening. She could see her master laying on top of her and did nothing but gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead. Any sign of Sam was completely buried from the outside world. Only the servant and lover known as Susie remained . Deep inside Susie’s mind, Sam knew that he had gotten himself in the mess. He wanted to seek out the fictional wizard thinking he could be as happy as some of the stories he fantasize about. Well now he was a woman and would be taken care of and take care of her new master.

He figured that despite the cooking and cleaning, things wouldn’t be so bad. The slightest movement of what like fabric Susie wore against her new skin sent her into another orgasm. Sam wasn’t sure how Susie could do her work with the pure sexual torture of the multiple orgasms. As Susie laid still and stared at her master, she was able to settle down a bit. As her master took her in her arms, she could only smile back at him. "You were certainly worth the money I paid for you," he said.

Time seemed to pass funny since Sam had become Susie. Since how she cared about was pleasing her master, the days and seasons just blended together. Before she knew it, it was planting season again and then time to harvest the results. Every evening before they made love, she would belly dance and please him in other ways.

Sam’s favorite part was when Susie got pregnant. She wore robes that completely covered her swelling belly at home as well as in public. The fabric against her skin would cause more orgasms to wash over her than ever before. Giving birth to twins weren’t the most comfortable experience, but the results was wonderful. Her master would raise her boy like his own son while her daughter would be sold by her master like she was sold to him when she was old enough.

THE END

 

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