Let Lexi Be A Man

A massive smirk on her stolen face, Helen watched excitedly as Kaz's now-male body groaned and started to move. Lexi would no doubt be confused as to why she was suddenly a middle-aged white man, although that was part of the excitement for Helen, aside from how she would operate it. Giggling, Helen's stolen hands traveled down, tracing the outside of her moistening slit, eagerly awaiting what was bound to happen.

"Why am I on the floor?" Lexi grumbled in a gravely, deep voice. "Why do I-"

"You don't remember?" Helen asked, her smirk fading as part of her act. Wordlessly, Helen swirled Lexi's mind with a spell, molding her into a perfectly gullible toy. "We swapped bodies for our date."

"We did?" Lexi asked, her eyes clouding over for a moment. "That's right. We did. I don't remember your name though..." Lexi muttered, standing upright. "I know I'm Lexi, and you're..."

"You were so eager to try sex like this you forgot?" Helen taunted, the corner of her lip twitching as she suppressed her smirk. "Think really hard now. If you get it right, I'll stay the night..."

Lexi's eyes clouded over again as she blinked, Helen continuing to toy with the poor woman's mind. "That's right, you said your name was Helen." Lexi muttered. "I remember thinking it was strange that a man was named that..."

"I have a strange name? How rude!" Helen shouted, feigning her shock. Ending her toying of Lexi's mind, Helen **** her face into a pout and sat up, sighing. "Maybe we should just swap back and-"

"Can we not yet?" Lexi interrupted, scratching her new stubble as she gulped. Awkwardly, she sat down on the bed, trying to avoid looking at Helen. "I don't even remember our date..." Lexi mumbled, her cheeks turning red. "Please?" Letting her smirk come out, Helen scooted over and gave Lexi a kiss on her fuzzy cheek. "You-"

"Get your clothes off." Helen ordered, rubbing her victim's member through her clothes...

Meanwhile...

"Adam..." Kaz cooed, peeking into the upstairs bathroom. Despite being in Helen's now-male body, one that remained rather effeminate, Kaz was ready and raring to go. Again. To dominate Adam, now with a supermodel-tier female body yet again. To hear his husky voice squeak and moan, to whimper as Kaz toyed with her conspirator's husband. "Are you in the study, Adam?"

Adam, meanwhile, was hiding in the back garden, panting as semen dribbled out of his slit. Absentmindedly, his hand drifted down, brushing against his clit. Immediately, Adam's body tensed up, **** for more pleasure. And although he refused to admit it yet, his willpower was starting to crumble. It felt too good for Kaz to play with his breasts, to rub against the inside of his new anatomy. "We're having a long talk after this..." Adam whispered, pulling his hand in front of his face. Some of Helen's... no, Kaz's sperm coagulating on his fingertips. Smelling it, Adam could feel his body heating up more, an itchy sensation starting in the pit of his stomach, his folds quivering as his mind put up the last vestiges of resistance. His changed body loved how it tasted before. Sweet, salty, not too different from how Helen tasted when she was a woman, as seldom as Helen desired to have Adam's face down there. His breath getting more haggard, Adam opened his mouth, saliva trailing from the roof of his mouth down as he gulped, eager to taste it despite his male brain's reservations.

"Lick it all up, Adam." Kaz said with a smirk, standing over Adam. "Be the good girl you are and I'll give you more. But run away again, and I'll have to punish you."

"Kaz, I don't want-"

"But you do though, don't you?" Kaz taunted, squatting and grabbing Adam's wrist. Quickly, Adam lost any resistance, letting Kaz stuff his fingers into his mouth. Against Adam's will, his body closed its eyes, its tongue swirling around to get any of the best thing he'd ever tasted off of his fingers. "Good girl, Adam. You want more, don't you?" She asked, smirking as Adam opened his hazy eyes and slowly nodded, removing his fingers with a loud "POP" sound. Feeling Kaz's hand on the back of his head, Adam watched the twitching rod get closer and closer to his eager mouth...

Next door...

"Clive, dear!" Donna hissed, eyes wide as she peered out the window. "Helen is-"

"Is what, dear?" Clive asked, raising an eyebrow as he walked up behind Donna, his longtime wife and put her hands on her waist. "Hmm... who is that? Adam's sister perhaps?"

"Dear... Helen has a-a-a-a-"

"What did you see, dear? You seem-"

"A penis! That Helen... I never!" Donna shouted, panicking for a moment that she might've alerted her neighbors. When Helen and "that strange woman" didn't seem to notice, Donna let out a long sigh of relief. "This degeneracy is unacceptable! Stop them!"

"Let them be, I'll give Adam a stern talking to tomorrow." Clive whispered, suddenly feeling his heart race. Donna was suddenly the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Truly, this time. Not just a lie he told his wife every morning. He couldn't help myself, his hands moving up from Donna's waist to her chest, slowing kneading his wife's breasts. "Dear..." He whispered, his hot breath teasing Donna's twitching ear.

"Not tonight, dear." Donna whispered, her hands moving to grab Clive's and pull them away. But suddenly, she felt her body shudder. She wanted Clive. Not just for their missionary, milquetoast sex. No. No, she wanted Clive to stuff her full, to dominate her. Right there, forcing her against the window only a hair's breath from the neighbors. Any and all resistance shattered, Donna's breath becoming haggard as Clive did with her as she wished...

Meanwhile, Elsewhere In Town

"Who on Earth left this here?" Susannah complained, looking around the now-empty pub. There, on the counter, was the book she'd seen earlier. At the antique shop, there was no mistake. She swore that her daughter Helen had bought that. And she was nowhere to be seen. Surely... Helen wouldn't mind if Susannah took a peek at its contents. Would she? Feeling guilty, Susannah looked around, confirming that the pub was still empty. Slowly rubbing two fingers down the old, dusty cover, Susannah felt the urge grow. She NEEDED to read the book. But some voice in the back of her head, perhaps her conscience, was telling her otherwise. To just raise her hand and walk away, to ignore the draw of the book. But it was getting quieter and quieter by the second. "You're real magic, aren't you? You sought me out, didn't you?" Susannah whispered, the core of her very being whispering to her that this was the truth. That Susannah had the potential for magic. And this book's magic was not only real, but had a mind of its own. And it desired to imbue Susannah with the arcane talents and knowledge she'd sought after...