You ask for something else.

Sucking your cute fingers clean you say, “I better not, I’d probably like it to much.”

She smiles, “Oh, you are such a cute little thing, I love giving people the body they want. Especially when they didn’t even realize that they wanted to change.” She says smiling. She stands up and clearly is preparing to go.

“But what if I don’t really want to be like this?” You ask staring at her beautiful cock, unable to take your eyes off of it.

“Oh what’s wrong sweetie?” She says hopping back on the bed and stroking your cheek. She notices where your eyes are looking. “Oh you silly slut, do you want a bigger cock? Bigger breasts, so guys can titty fuck you?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think I like boys but I really like your cock. If I’m a little girl then I should like boys. I don’t think I want to be a girl after all.”

“Sweetie, no, don’t be like that. When I put it in you my magic can read your heart. This is what it said you wanted to be.”

“What if it’s wrong?”

“It’s never wrong silly.”

“Can we try again?” You ask.

“You dirty slut. You just want me to fuck you again.” She says laughing, fine one more go, but I have to warn you, if you think about how you look to much it can influence my magic and you might end up somewhere you won’t be happy.”

“Okay, I’ll risk it.” You say as you get on all fours and wiggle your cute little butt.

She pounces on you and steps on your head immobilizing you then lifts a leg to get your asshole lined up nicely then plunged into your ass in a single punishing thrust. “See, your heat is bringing out my darker side. I should stop. Are you sure?”

“Oh fuck yes don’t stop.” You beg panting.

She yanks on your leg and grinds her foot on your head pounding into you relentlessly, then grabs your hips and pulls at your body and you hear bones cracking, muscles tearing, as your body again begins to change. The entire time a wave of blissful energy flows through you and your little toes curl as what must be an orgasm ripples around inside of you like waves in an ever shaking tub of water. “Oh fuck it’s so good.” You bellow out and the braces spring out of your mouth. Your eyesight clears and the cute glasses crumble to dust. She scoops you up flips you around and slams you onto your stomach, this flattens your chest completely and while you essentially no longer have breasts at all your nipples are still perky and pierced by silver barbells. Again she dives into your ass, her hands gripping your shoulders and your torso seems to lengthen, your waist narrows and your ass plumps a bit becoming more perky and round. She tears at your clothes till you are completely naked then flips you over and slaps you in the face hard enough that you bite your lip. “Ouch.” You yelp as tears well up in your eyes.

“No that’s it I’m stopping this. I won’t do that.” She says then drops you in a heap

You look up at her crying. “It’s okay, it’s my fault.” You say and a memory of saying that many times to your boyfriend Bill flashes in your head.

“There has to be another one that fits.” She says and climbs on you tenderly shoving her cock down your throat. “There, focus on how yummy it is.” She says as she picks up speed a bit, using your face as a cunt. The pain in your lip fades away and the cut heals. “Good girl. Stop focusing on such negative energy.” She pulls your hair and you can feel it gently getting longer. She braids it sweetly as she now allows you to suck and caress her cock and balls lovingly. She fills your tummy with cum and you roll over and bonk your head on the wall.

“Wait when did my bed get so small?”

“Shhh. The morning will bring answers.” She pulls a thin red silk sheet over your head and you drift off to sleep.

You wake to the sound of a crappy radio set to talk radio. A man is droning on about the benefits of getting your hearing checked regularly. Blinking you search for the source. You find yourself under a thin red silk sheet on a very small hard bed with a thin pillow wrapped in a blue fleece blanket rather than a proper pillowcase. Finally you find an old clock radio and turn off the alarm. You rub the sand from your eyes and notice your vision seems to have cleared up, no more glasses for you. The room you are in has computer desk with a small flat tv with an Xbox one hooked up to it with a comfortable looking chair. A closet with sliding doors, a pile of most likely dirty clothes, and a stack of games are all you really see here, other than a door out, that is. Sitting up, you look down on a completely unfamiliar body, yet it still feels like you. You are extremely skinny with basically a mans chest other than your perky, barbell pierced nipples which make your chest look more like a flat chested woman. Your belly is sexy and flat, not much muscle tone but very sexy and the ring in your navel looks nice as well. Your eyes continue down to your somehow feminine looking smooth cock with hairless sack. “Wow, that’s nice.” It fills your hand, more than an inch in diameter and probably 6” long with soft smooth feel, not a hint of body hair anywhere. Your skin is pale but with lots of freckles and your long ponytail is orange, and seems natural. All you are wearing is a crumpled down long white sock on your right foot. Your toes are sexy as hell as well, not to mention your legs are simply amazing. “I have got to be some kind of athlete.” You say as you yank off the sock and stand up.

All you see out the window are trees and you quietly head over and open the door. A long hall with old looking 70’s style wood paneling covering it. “Oh, I’m in a trailer.” A look through the door window confirms your observation as you see your very close neighbor is a white trailer as well. The next room is a bathroom with a stacked washer dryer and everything else you expect to find. With a sort of fearful sigh you step in and look in the mirror. “Holy shit, I am fucking hot as hell.” You exclaim, mouth agape. Your perfect slightly upturned nose has a little ring in the center, your sexy tongue has a silver stud, a little ring piercing is looped through the center of your lower lip, still stained black with last nights lipstick, and your eye makeup is a mess all over your sexy face. Your hair is long and orange as suspected, “I guess I’m a ginger.” You say smiling as you look into your deep green eyes. Just then a cell phone rings from back in your bedroom that you must not have noticed. You get to it after the call has ended, a yellow iPhone 10r, you have two messages from an entry labeled work asking if you can come in because someone named Anna has called in sick. They refer to you as Caitlyn.