Submit to the blowjob

After his initial moment of shock and revulsion, other feelings started to take over. Perhaps it was the firewater. Perhaps it was the mind-numbing effect of teenage hormones coursing through his veins. Perhaps it was the fact that the blood that would normally fuel his brain was being diverted to maintain his full-blown erection. Whatever the reason, Alex allowed his decision to be made by the divining rod between his legs.

“Alright,” he says, relaxing a bit. “Just don’t tell anyone about it, ok?”

Nina smiles, and takes hold of Alex’s cock once again. “Good boy. You made the right choice.”

Alex closes his eyes as Nina’s mouth again descends on his dick. It takes only a few repetitive sucks to cause him to forget for a moment that the person gobbling his crank is likewise equipped with the same anatomy. Instead, he does as Nina suggested and lets his thoughts turn toward his first crush. He thinks of Callie, the cobbler’s daughter. He remembered how he used to hide behind a pile of hay and watch her as she bathed in the creek. He remembered how he would wrap his hand around his hard cock as he lusted after her naked body, pretending that it was her mouth that was pleasuring his prick.

Nina continues to suck with expert skill. As she brings him ever closer to cumming, Alex allows his thoughts of Callie to morph. He still sees her pretty face and alluring body, but instead of bathing innocently in the creek, unaware of being watched, she is now dancing exotically. Alex can picture her dancing like the woman in the tavern. The only difference is that it is only her and Alex in that room. As she dances seductively, she locks her eyes on Alex’s and steps alluringly toward him.

Alex moans as his cock goes past the back of Nina’s throat. He feels Nina’s nose buried in his pubes, but in his mind, it is Callie, who has pulled own his pants so she can suck him off right there on the bar stool.

Alex has a whole host of fantasies that he wants to play out in his mind, but Nina’s skills are so good that he hasn’t even imagined grabbing Callie’s breasts yet, before he feels his cock release its load. Nina is in mid-deepthroat at the moment of climax, and Alex’s jizz bypasses her tonsils and coats her throat with three copious bursts before she can dislodge her lips from his shaft.

Alex cries out with a yell of surprise at the intensity of the orgasm. He bucks his hips back and forth and places both hands on the back of Nina’s head, eager to expel every last drop of built-up semen into the cocksucker’s hungry mouth.

It is only after Nina unlocks her lips from his prick and has finished licking off the last white drops from his tip that Alex finally opens his eyes and returns to the reality of the moment. He looks at Nina. Sometime during the blowjob, Nina’s panties came off, and Alex sees Nina’s hand wrapped around the penis that is so shockingly present. Evidently, Nina shot a load at about the same time as Alex, and he notes, with gratitude, that the thick, sticky cream missed his leg and is, instead, slowly dripping down the edge of the carriage seat.

He looks Nina in the face, once again feeling extreme discomfort and wondering what he should say. What he sees is nearly as shocking Nina’s secret. The face into which he looks is changing. The feminine features transform before his eyes, replaced by a face that is wider, older, and decidedly more hairy. Within moments Nina is replaced by a grizzled old man. If he hadn’t been wearing a dress, he could have looked as if he had just emerged from mine.

Alex’s eyes grow wide and his mouth drops open. He is filled with questions, but all he can say is, “Nina?”

The man laughs and begins removing the dress. “No need to call me Nina anymore,” he says, in a voice completely different from the woman’s. “Thanks to you, I can leave that name and this dress behind me.”

The geezer strips off the last of the female clothing and sits on the seat next to Alex, completely naked. Alex, still unable to speak, looks up and down at the wrinkled old man. Nothing could be more opposite of the erotic seductive creature who welcomed him into the carriage.

The man seems to be quite happy. He runs his gnarled fingers through his thick, wiry gray hair and laughs as if he had just been granted his greatest wish. He turns his attention to Alex. “I see you’ve got some questions, young feller. Well, I’ve got some answers. I’ll tell it to you the way it was told to me.”

Alex isn’t sure he wants to hear a story at this point, but he is still too numbed by the experience to even consider exiting the carriage. He does the only thing he can do: sit and listen.

“The way I heard it, there was a young prince who was pretty full of himself,” says the old man. “He was rich, powerful, and handsome. He could have any woman in the kingdom, and, in fact, he did have many of the women in the kingdom. He treated every pretty young thing like she was part of his personal harem. Well, anyway, one day he tried to use his princely charms on a young maiden. The only thing was that she wasn’t a maiden; she was a witch. The witch put a curse on the prince, turning him into a girl. The witch said as punishment for his behavior, he would have to live as a female until he knew what it was like to be used by men the way he had been using women. The curse was that he would remain in that female form until he had taken in the spunk of enough men to transform him back. He would transform back a little more each time, until at the end, he would be female in appearance but male between the legs. Once he succeeded in fully transforming back into a man, he would pass the curse on to the last one with whom he had been intimate.”

The old man stops and scratches his leg. He glances down and looks at his body. “I guess that happened to that prince some three hundred years ago, and the curse has been passed down from person to person ever since. It happened to me when I was your age. One minute I was dipping my stinger in the honey of a sweet young thing I had just met. The next thing I knew, my pecker was gone, and I had two mounds hanging from my chest. I tried to live with it as long as I could, but I finally realized I needed to get freed from the curse. I imagine your experience will be about the same.”

At last, Alex is able to speak. “What do you mean?”

In answer, the man looks meaningfully at Alex’s crotch. Alex looks down, realizing he had not pulled up his pants since they were pulled down for the blowjob. He is about to do so when, with horror, he sees his cock withering — not in post-orgasmic limpness, but actually vanishing before his eyes. Alex feels his mouth grow dry as his penis vanishes into a crevice that swallows up the remnants of his shrinking scrotum. He opens his mouth to exclaim and stops for two reasons. First of all, the voice he hears coming from his throat is not his own; it is a high-pitched female voice. Secondly, he feels himself short of breath, unable to inhale. That’s when he realizes that his chest is uncomfortably constricted because of the large breasts that are fighting against the fabric of his shirt.

Alex tears open his shirt, freeing his breasts and allowing himself to breathe. Within seconds, the young man who had just received his first blowjob had transformed into an 18 year old girl with ample bosoms and shoulder-length black hair.

The old man laughs. “Wow... You sure turned out better than I did, young feller. I was kind of a homely thing at first. I suspect you won’t have any trouble at all attracting the guys you’ll need to free yourself from the curse.” He picks up the dress and undergarments from the carriage floor and hands them to Alex. “Here you go... I’ll trade you. It’s been about 60 years since I’ve worn pants, but it’ll sure be nice not to have to finagle a bra anymore.”

Suddenly Alex is able to find his voice. “Now wait just a damn minute! I don’t know what manner of witchcraft this is, but I demand you put me back the way I was!”

The old man laughs again. “I understand. I was pretty darn mad, myself. In fact, I was so upset that I ran out on the street as naked as a jay bird. Take a lesson from me and put on the dress before you go out. A naked lass as pretty as you around an establishment like this, you’ll have more peckers thrust at you than a heifer in heat. Oh.. and as for changing you back, there’s only one way for that to happen.” He takes hold of his penis and tugs at it. “It’s been a long time since I’ve given this thing a workout, and trust me, I’d love nothing better than to wet it in your pretty little twat.” He gives an appreciative leer at Alex’s crotch. “But there’s no way in hell I’m going to risk taking the curse back, so if it’s all the same to you, I’m going to go back into Kelly’s establishment and sample some of the local cuisine. I will, that is, once you give me those clothes of yours. It’s not like they’re any use to you, anyway.”

Alex keeps trying to wake himself up, sure that this all must be a horrible dream.