Revert Back

“Wow, this is wild! I wonder if you can cast the spell on your own clothes? I could do a photo shoot of you,” Taylor suggested, with a suggestive leer and eyebrow raise.

“That would be fun, but I already tried. Apparently I can’t cast it on myself,” Casey replied, bursting her husband’s little fantasy bubble. “On the other hand, I have a kinky idea. But it would probably be too adventurous for you.”

“Hey! I’m adventurous,” Taylor objected. “What do you … No, don’t tell me, just do it. See? I can be adventurous too.”

“Well first, I do this,” Casey winked, and began a slow teasing striptease.

“So far I’m liking this a lot,” Taylor smiled down upon his now totally nude wife.

“Now you kiss me,” Casey said stepping close and looking up in anticipation of the kiss.

Buzzing with impish whimsy, Casey returned Taylor’s kiss with passion and excitement while visualizing her desired clothing fit and silently recited the spell, ‘Mutatio vestium decem …’. When Taylor began squeezing and fondling her bare ass, she returned the favor and slid her hands up the back of her husband’s suddenly smooth legs to his newly plump soft derriere. Casey caressed her husband’s amusing new curves on the way up to slipping her fingers under the thin straps of his thong.

‘That feels different,’ Taylor thought, breaking the kiss. “What …,” but that’s as far as he got when his high voice befuddled him.

“Shush!” Casey said, kneeling down and kissing her husband’s pussy as she slipped the thong straps over his ass and tugged it down to his ankles.

“What …,” Taylor tried again, in a cute high‑pitched frightened little voice. Before he could say anything more, he was overwhelmed with the strangest most wondrous sensation.

‘I thought that would derail you,’ Casey smirked to herself, when she flicked her husband’s clitoris with her tongue. Holding her left hand high to offer a balance aid, Casey patted her husband’s left ankle and said, “Step down.”

Taylor acquiesced to Casey’s directions in a confused daze of impossible arousal.

‘I never really thought I could pull this off,’ Casey sniggered to herself, as she steadied her husband to step down from his eight inch open toe platform mule stilettos, sliding the thong strap off his foot in the process. Another quick tongue clit flick to keep her husband mentally off balance, followed by a couple quick pats to his right ankle, resulted in her husband standing on the floor barefoot and his thong free in her hand.

Standing up, Casey said, “Nice isn’t it?” Not wanting to give time for too much thought, Casey passionately kissed her husband’s full soft lips, relishing the thrill of being somewhat taller than her husband, her breasts mashing into her husband’s. Before allowing her husband to catch his mental balance, she slid her hands up under his stretchy tube-top, stretching it forward and up until his large breasts flumped down free. Continuing to lift his tube-top upwards, she coaxed her husband’s arms up and she finished the removal of his tube-top, leaving him completely naked.

Taylor let his wife Guide him over to the full length mirror. Reflected in the mirror were two not quite identical twins. His wife was a little taller than her near twin, but the shorter not‑twin had much bigger breasts.

“Go ahead, touch her. Finger her pussy.” Casey whispered sexily in her husband’s ear.

“My gawd, that’s me!” Taylor whispered with confused excitement, and gasped shrilly at the indescribable sudden sensation when he slipped a finger into himself.

Snickering at her husband fingering himself in front of the mirror, Casey quickly slipped on the thong she’d removed from her husband, and tugged the stretchy tube-top into place over her own breasts. Unsure of the time left, Casey hurriedly stepped up into the platform stiletto mules. She’d never tried wearing anything this extreme, but the added eight inches of height felt empowering. Walking in them was an awkward slow struggle, but she only had to go a few steps back to her husband.

“Holy crap!” Taylor squeaked in shrill feminine surprise, looking way up at Casey towering over him.

“I wanted to show you what it looks like from my perspective,” Casey said, as she carefully leaned down and kissed her husband, forcing him to tilt his head up and back to be kissed. ‘Wow, I may have overdone the breasts,’ Casey thought as she closed in and passionately kissed her oversexed girlie little husband. Despite the passion, or maybe driving the passion, Casey kept thinking about the time.

Taylor’s thoughts whirled with the shock of his wife making woman’s clothing and him a woman along with them. She said she had a kinky idea, but he never expected this. “Wow! I’m almost sorry this is only for ten minutes,” Taylor said, trying and failing to lower his embarrassingly high pitched little girlie voice. Even for a woman, it seemed high.

“Oh, so you like being a woman do you?” Casey teased.

“I didn’t say that. I just meant it’s different. Plus, I think I learned what it feels like to be a woman.”

“Ooh, you think so, do you?” Casey said with a gleam in her eye as she bent down to kiss Taylor again, only to put her lips to his ear and whisper, “How about a little spanking, girlie?”

Taylor’s eyes got big with the shock of the quick little swat, only to have his indignant objection smothered in a passionate kiss. Melting into the kiss with closed eyes, Taylor’s reverie was broken when a deep male voice whispered into his ear.

“Ten minutes is up Hon,” Casey whispered.

Taylor’s eyes shot open as he looked up into his own face, his male face.

“I wasn’t entirely sure what would happen if I wore the magic changing clothes when they reverted. So I guess there is a way for me to participate in the magic,” Casey said, chuckling at the sound of her own deep male voice.

“But, what about me?” Taylor complained cutely, while lifting his large heavy breasts with his delicate little feminine hands for emphasis.

“Those are very nice,” Casey chortled. “Now where were we? Oh yes, you were telling me how you’d learned what it’s like to be a woman. We were discussing a spanking I believe.”

Taylor’s mouth dropped open as he stepped back from Casey’s little joke, and looked up to see the rest of his wife, looking like him and towering over him. “Yeah right,” Taylor said as sarcastically as he could manage, but it came out whiny and petulant.

“Oh gawd, this feels strange and demanding.” Casey suddenly blurted.

Taylor’s eyes went wide with a confused flush of heat and fear watching his wife adjust her bulging cock through the thin gym‑shorts she was wearing.