"I Became a Woman For You"

I didn’t quite comprehend what Artur meant. Not at first. Not even while that shadow, still looking like a whole absence of anything, laughing. I clutched at the five small gnomes in my hand. They would protect me, I was sure. But, suddenly, Artur changed again. He became perhaps the most beautiful woman I have ever seen either before or since. I wanted her. Right then and there I knew I had to have her, to **** myself upon her. I had to own and control her-- these were the thoughts that ran in my head, even then, even as I knew the shadow was laughing at me, even as I knew I must use my toys to finally stop that evil urge embodied.

But there she was in front of me, the final temptation. I would like to report that I managed to avoid that temptation. That I did not fail in my duty. The truth, however, is that I did fail, at least at first. If the perfect example of your desires was melded together and placed in front of you-- if the man or woman of your dreams, stepping entirely out of your imagination-- would you be able to resist? I did not.

“My name is Samantha,” said the female figure that had formerly been Artur. “And I know exactly what I want.” She certainly looked like she did, like she was drawn just for me. She had a short, paige cut hairstyle, and her face was similarly rounded, with large, expressive, almost cartoonish eyes. She looked very much, at least facially, like Mabel Normand, and as I viewed her with desire, feeling lust stirring with me, especially in my hardening penis. her body was taller than mine, about a foot or two taller, and her breasts were less large than those I normally desired: but they were small, with light brown areolas, and very perky, very tiny nipples. Artur, or Samantha, as she now called herself, seemed able to read my very thoughts. I still heard the voice laughing in my head, but I was possessed. I needed Samantha, and I needed her now! She poked her tongue out at me and smiled, then blushed, a sort of teasing expression.

“They’ll get bigger when you get me pregnant,” she said. “I know you want to see me knocked up with your child.”

I shivered. Samantha had tapped into my deepest wishes. Was is Samantha that knew this was what I wanted? Or was it the shadow, still hanging above, still laughing, still keenly whispering to me that I would fall under its control. At that moment, it seemed very likely that I would. Samantha was everything I needed and wanted. I kept looking her over. The shadow was very smart, having this tall, small breasted, fertile amazon from my dreams appear to me for the first time completely naked. A large patch of hair covered her vagina, and her long legs were well muscled.

“You can bite them if you want,” she said. I moved closer to her. I grabbed her hands. They were perfect! Soft and long, with short, well manicured fingernails. She giggled as I touched them, then moved my hands to caress her soft cheeks.

“You don’t even need to tell me you love me,” she said, and then started to slowly suck each of my fingers, deliberately, with purpose. “Because I love you unconditionally. I want you to do whatever you want to me. Everything you like. Fall asleep in me. Or use me in the middle of the night.”

She paused, and then grabbed both of my hands. She placed them loosely around her neck, then leaned backwards.

“**** me.” I could only do as she asked. I felt myself growing more and more excited. I tightened my grip around her neck, and leaned in. She murmured, an almost purr of excitement and delight. She took a sharp breath inwards, and bit my ear. I responded in kind, biting her ear, and then biting into her neck. She took another sharp breath, and while my hands were **** her, really tightening around throat, she reached down and began to massage the head of my penis with her middle finger. “You can make me cum, just like this,” she said, shaking and perhaps faking herself at the edge of orgasm. It didn’t matter to me: she was working to please me.

Then she pulled me real close, and whispered this into my ear, so I almost didn’t hear it: “But the best thing of all, the thing that makes you want me most of all, the thing that will make you cum right now if I just say it, because it is what turns you on is… this… I represent your ultimate fantasy… a total, functional woman, who you will impregnate… a woman… who used to be a man. Every time you are in me, every time you look in my loving female face, you will know that I was a man, who became a full, real woman-- just for you.” She was right, I was going to spread my seed all over her hands, if not for the slightest prick of her short fingernails on a certain pressure point. “Save it, honey,” she said. “I need it in me, not on me.”