Wendy gets another 1

Wendy had long, raven-black hair and piercing green eyes that could enchant any man who crossed her path. She was a powerful sorceress, known far and wide for her stunning beauty and irresistible charm. But there was a dark side to this seductress - a thirst for **** against men who had committed sexual misconduct.

Her latest target was Ryan, a police officer notorious for letting women slide on their infractions, so long as they pleasured him first. Word of his corruption and exploitation had reached Wendy's ears, and now she had a wicked plan brewing in her devious mind.

As the sun began to set on Highway 31 near Franklin, Tennessee, Wendy slid behind the wheel of her sleek, black convertible. With a subtle incantation, she transformed her appearance, morphing her long dark locks into a shimmering, honey-blonde coiffure. Her curves were accentuated by a skintight red dress that clung to her body like a second skin.

She stepped on the gas, her engine roaring to life as she sped down the highway at reckless speeds. It was only a matter of time before Ryan pulled her over. Sure enough, moments later, the flashing red and blue lights of a police cruiser appeared in her rearview mirror.

"Pull over, ma'am," Ryan's authoritative voice crackled over the loudspeaker. "You're doing 90 in a 65 zone."

Wendy pouted her full lips and slowly eased over to the shoulder, making a show of crossing her long, toned legs as she waited for the officer to approach.

Ryan's eyes widened as he took in the vision of blonde beauty. "License and registration, miss..." he trailed off.

"Wendy," she replied, her voice a husky purr. "I'm so sorry, officer. I was just feeling a bit frisky tonight." She uncrossed her legs slowly, letting her dress ride up to reveal the lacy thigh-highs hugging her long legs. "Is there anything we can do about this little ticket?"

Ryan swallowed hard, his eyes drinking her in. "Well now, that's a mighty steep fine for a beautiful lady like yourself. But I may be able to help you out..." His voice lowered conspiratorially. "If you're willing to put that pretty mouth of yours to work."

A slow, wicked smile spread across Wendy's face. "Oh, I thought you'd never ask." She ran a manicured nail down his chest. "Lead the way, officer."

Ryan led her to a remote cabin deep in the woods. Inside the rustic interior, he loosened his belt, freeing his hardening bulge. Wendy dropped to her knees, her emerald eyes smoldering up at him.

She took his member in hand, measuring its length and girth. "My my, isn't this an average specimen," she purred, stroking him to full attention. He was about 5.5 inches long and 5 inches around, a hair above the norm.

Wendy wrapped her lips around his cockhead and began to bob her head, her mouth a hot, tight sheath. Ryan groaned at the wet heat engulfing him. She sucked him with gusto, taking him deeper, inch by delicious inch.

As his climax approached, Wendy summoned her sorcerous power, focusing it on his throbbing erection. She could feel it begin to shrink, both in length and girth. Ryan's eyes flew open in shock as she took him even deeper, his cock now a mere 5 inches long and 4.5 around.

Wendy released him with a pop, his member glistening with her spit and now nearly half its original size. "You've been a very bad boy, Officer," she scolded, rising on unsteady legs. "But if you behave for a year - no more coercing women for sexual favors - this little number might just grow back to its former glory."

Ryan's mind reeled, watching the sorceress saunter towards the door. "And if I slip up?" he asked hoarsely.

She paused, glancing over her shoulder with a devilish grin. "Even think about forcing yourself on another woman, and this flaccid 4-inch pencil becomes a pretty pink pussy. Yours for eternity."

With a whirl of her hips, she vanished out the door, leaving Ryan to contemplate the gravity of the situation, and the power of the enchantress he had foolishly trifled with. Wendy disappeared into the night, her work done. She would be watching.

Later, she watched from afar as Officer Ryan underwent a transformation. His once manly frame shifted and changed. His muscles softened, his hips widened. A downy thatch of hair sprouted at his crotch as his member shriveled into the labia of a delicate vulva.

Tears of confusion and despair streamed down Wendy's face as it fully sank in - he was now a woman. She had been so corrupted, so twisted by power and entitlement. She had **** countless women to **** themselves to avoid the consequences of his "justice."

Wendy knew her magic couldn't restore Ryan's manhood. But she could help him find humility, a new path. She appeared to him once more, taking on a maternal guise to guide him through the transition. Ryan would have a second chance - as Renee. Perhaps then he would understand the plight of the women he had exploited for so long. And maybe, just maybe, he would change his ways for good.

Wendy had done as she promised, but the road ahead would be tough for Officer Ryan. No longer would he patrol the highways with that entitled bulge in his pants. Now he would ride them as a woman, finally understanding the depth of his misdeeds. His sorceress had taught him a lesson that would last an eternity.