A night of Rest

Over the course of the night I learned three things.

First, Regina was completely intangible and invisible to everyone but me, her 'presence' I guess relied on me.

"Once your soul is strong enough to change a few hundred brunettes to blondes at once we can have some real fun!"

Second, I felt fucking amazing! Beyond the relief of gender euphoria, I mean. I felt lighter and stronger than I had ever been.I'd only lost about twenty or so pounds of fat and maybe another ten of muscle. But the muscle that remained was easily three times better at like half the size you'd expect.

"Slow down there Morgan, your muscles might be stronger, but the rest of you isn't." I carefully set my couch from above my head back to the floor.

Finally, I was super fucking horny.

Anytime I wasn't doing one-handed pushups or backflips or whatever I could think of to test my new SuperTwink form I thought of sex. Regina didn't help much, she seemed to take pleasure in showing off her tits and ass to me.

"You like my bouncy little tits Master? Wanna see how my ass jiggles when I spank it? Look at how wet your ****'s pussy is! If you work hard you can play with me all you want!" She was very flexible. And her tits were very bouncy.

I thought of my elegant and bookish neighbor Taylor, just down the hall. My coworker Lisa and the ass she worked so hard on. The huge tits and bubbly personality of my favorite waitress, Maria. The sleek, powerful thighs of Samara, the jogger I saw every morning. Shy and nerdy Gwen, my best friend.

As I lay in bed, stroking my newly smooth and girly dick for the third time that hour, I realized I could have them all. I could have anyone. Mold them Mind, Body, and Soul to be mine forever.

I should have felt disgusted and horrified at where my thoughts led. I should recoil in denial and suspicion of Regina and the Ring. But I knew it wasn't them. It was all me.

I coated myself in sweet and fruity cum to the thought of my friends and neighbors thanking me for freeing them from their sad, boring, human lives. Languidly, I gathered my jizz and imagined my slaves, my Pantheon sharing it amongst themselves, their eyes glazed with lust and adoration for their new Goddess.

"Goodnight, Master! I'd say 'sweet dreams' but I think they already are."

I slept with a peace I never had before.