A Brand New Day

The house was beautiful. And better still it was close to Andrea’s school. Andrea loved her room, the backyard, the two kittens and one puppy. Beth’s pay went straight to you, while you granted her a credit card with a weekly limit of 1K. Beth was now your team’s most junior project and admin officer. She went to the office in your stead often. She even joined last week to the first parent teacher as Andrea’s father. Andrea still did not call her Dad, which was fine by you.

You slept in the master bedroom with her now. Daily sex, even better you strapped her up regularly now. The soundproof room came in handy. And it did now. Beth was bound naked to the bed post, spread out like an X. Blindfolded and trembling a little, she waited for your judgement. “Who is my bitch?”

“I am, Mistress Amy.” she replied. “Are you a ticklish bitch?” It made you smile as she squirmed. She hated being tickled, so you did it to her on the regular. “Yes, Mistress Amy.” “And where are you most….ticklish?” It had been such a wonderful discovery, you delighted in hearing her repeat it again and again. “My clit, Mistress Amy.” “And your 7 other worst spots from most to least.” She took a breath “The rest of my vagina, my strap-on loving back hole, my cheeks, my perineum, my nipples, my thighs and the sides of my breasts, Mistress Amy.” “You mean tits.” You corrected as you feather brushes the sides of her large breast.

Beth’s hysteria was an utter delight. The sides of her breasts were wonderfully sensitive. However you had other plans. “Look what I have?” She trembled at the sight of them. The bristlers were modified toothbrushes. They had a button at the bottom that for rapid acceleration. But the handle was covered in the same bristles as the head. You attach some between her legs, between and across her pillowy round cheeks, her nipples, side of her breasts, under the arms, across her toes, arches and soles, in the gap between her p and a and one inside her navel. Even without the activation she still released giggly laughter. You blindfold her, loving her defenceless. Then you take a remote out of the back. One that will send a signal to each of the brushes. You make sure the towels are in place for the inevitable loss of bladder and glistening sweat. As you finger slowly heads to the switch to activate the tickle torture instruments, your phone again now it’s deed. You sigh, putting on headphones so you can hear only the phone as you flick the remote switch. “Yes, this is Amy.” “Hi Amy, sorry to bother you, it’s Michelle.”

Michelle. Michelle the witch who turned you into a woman was calling. “Hi Michelle.” “It’s ok, Amy. Really, you don’t need to be afraid of me. I just wanted to get your help.” “My help? Sorry, I am confused. You are an all powerful witch, how can I help someone as mighty as you.” “That is very sweet of you to say..but honestly I’m no Morgana or Wanda Maximoff. I…can’t turn your sister Ashleigh’s husband Tim back. The spell I know that could that could restore him… well it requires the hair of a man who has given birth. I checked, you meet the criteria. You don’t have to say yes, but if you don’t, I can’t turn him back.”

You pause to absorb this information as Beth is wailing and howling. You record every encounter, you will listen later. “I am a little frightened. H-How will this work precisely.” “You don’t need to worry! It will be perfectly safe. I just need to take Tim and Ashleigh to you, so I can extract a single strand of hair from you at the height of its freshness. I..I know that might be triggering, will you still consider it?”

“D-Does it have to be this week?” You hate how much you are stammering. “No, but it will have to be soon. I am truly sorry for all this. After all, you have been through…I know you were hoping for a happily ever after with you, Andrea and Beth. As a thanks for this, I will grant you one wish…if it could be a simple wish though, please? I am no Genie or Djinn, I lack cosmic power.” “So you are like Harry Potter?” You regretted it as soon as you said, right up to the point where she laughed. “Not quite that powerful. More like Hermione than Harry. Are you free in 3 weeks on a Sunday?” “I will check with Beth, it should be fine, we have nothing planned that day. How is the husband and kids?” You actually heard her relax. That made you feel much better. “Wife and kids now. Tim was not the only accident, but in my case unlike Ashleigh and Tim’s, his transformation is irreversible. He is currently pregnant with my baby.” “Wow, congratulations! I remember how painful it will be, he..she will need you for this.” “Don’t I know it! Not going to lie, since the transformation we are have better, longer sex! And what an ass she now has. I could bang it for hours and have! Something I couldn’t when she was a he.” You laugh at that and talk for a bit before you say your goodbyes. You turn off the remote and wipe her down with a cloth, adding to her howls. “So…more tickles? Or should I give you a nice double penetration, instead?”