Calls for the genie

Fires of lust burn in her green eyes, any modesty or restraint she might have had evaporating in the heat of desire. Worse, Carla felt her own body responding in unfamiliar ways. There was a tight knot of excitement in the pit of her stomach and a slowly building need between her legs that pulses and peaks every time the other girl brushes against her aching nipples. None of it felt bad, quite the opposite, Carla couldn’t remember a time when she'd been so turned on. But none of it was right. She wasn't a woman, no matter what her over heating body was telling her. She was a man. Her name was Curtis Bell not Carla and as much is she wanted this gorgeous creature to absolutely ravish her right now she wanted her cock back even more.

"Suzanne!" She squealed, drawing on her last dregs of willpower to pull away from her would be lover, "What the fuck did you do to me?"

"Suzanne?" the horny redhead peered around the small room, puzzled about who Carla could be talking to, "No, my name is Hailey. I, didn't do anything to you, I swear, I just thought we could have some fun?"

Carla looked down at her empty hand, realising she must have dropped the lamp.

"Sorry Hailey I didn't mean you," Carla soothed the other girl's hurt feelings "I, it's a long story. I mean you're great, and I'd love to, I just need... Tell you what, why don't you go back to your room, and I'll be over in a minute, we can really have some fun then."

Hailey accepts Carla's hastily concocted excuse and leaves after planting a long, deep kiss on Carla's soft lips that almost has the former boy trailing after her like a puppy.

"Now, where's that fucking lamp?" she muttered, trying not to think about the sight of Hailey's arse swaying out of the door...