I sat on the edge of my bed, silently staring at the alarm clock. At this time last night, I’d been a sexy demon girl and had been filled with shock and curiosity. But now, I just felt numb with an underlying sense of dread.

One of my hands went to my chest and felt the small breasts that I now possessed. I was back in my normal girl form since my sexy girl form seemed to wear off after only an hour or so. Unfortunately, this form didn’t seem to wear off at all. I still hadn’t changed back to being a boy.

The last twenty-four hours had been a swirl of shock and discovery. I’d discovered that I was both Were and Touched, and more than that, I was a mythic and a potential sorcerer. Unfortunately, those things came with some serious downsides.

“I’m a girl,” I said, still having a hard time believing it even though I’d had to sit down to pee all day long.

It seemed absolutely ridiculous that my Were form was a succubus, a ridiculously sexy demon girl. That was a bit embarrassing but it wouldn’t have been too bad since I’d only have to deal with it once a month. However, I then find that my Touched talent is that I can make myself temporarily become a sexy human girl. And if that wasn’t bad enough, I discover that I have sorcerer level potential, and as a side effect of that, I end up being stuck as a girl even when I’m not using my talent or my Were form.

Vivian had been absolutely amazed that I was both Were and Touched, but once she realized that all of my weirdness beyond the succubus thing was a result of being Touched, she’d decided there was nothing more she could do and had left. However, aunt June had decided to stick around for a bit longer and had moved into the guest bedroom that Vivian had left.

“What in the world am I going to do?” I muttered in frustration. “I can’t be a girl for good.”

I closed my eyes and I could feel it inside of me. I could feel my link to the magic that gave me my Touched abilities. I knew that with just a thought, I could call on my talent and become sexy again. However, I could feel more than just that.

I could feel the succubus inside of me, hiding just beneath the skin. It would be so easy to let her back out, to transform once again. That would put even my sexy human form to shame and I knew that it wouldn’t take any more effort. I held back from doing either.

After another minute, I decided that I couldn’t really put it off any longer. I was already late getting to bed and knew that I’d have to climb under the covers sooner or later. I just snorted at the idea of actually being able to fall asleep.

“And to think,” I reminded myself with a snort. “Yesterday, I didn’t know if I’d rather be a Were or Touched. Now I’m both.” I began undressing as I muttered, “Be careful what you wish for.”

I turned off the light and then climbed under the covers where I remained for a long time, my mind still going too much for me to fall asleep. Eventually, I began to feel my small but perky breasts, holding them in my hands and wondering if I’d ever get used to having these.

“At least I’m not too big,” I muttered, knowing that it would probably be a pain I was stuck as big as I was when I used my talent…or worse yet…when I went succubus.

Still, it felt kind of nice to touch my nipples and nowhere near as overpowering as it had been while I was a succubus. They were definitely more sensitive than normal though. I reached down between my legs to feel my new equipment, feeling very self-conscious as I did.

In spite of the placement of my hands, I wasn’t really masturbating. Instead, I was just feeling my new parts and trying to absorb the fact that they were even there. How long would it even take to get used to having them?

Then, out of curiosity, I reached for my talent and flipped the mental switch. My body once again began to shift and change, becoming taller and sexier. I went from a plain and slightly nerdy looking girl to one who was a total babe, all in about half a minute.

My breasts definitely felt larger in my hands, and to my surprise, more sensitive. In almost no time at all, my nipples were hard and poking into the palms of my hands. My new equipment was responding as well, getting warm and wet.

“Damn,” I muttered, becoming even more self-conscious as well as excited.

When I’d started feeling myself up like this, I hadn’t intended to play with myself. All I’d wanted to do was get a feel for my changes. However, that intention was quickly slipping away, especially as I remembered how good it had felt last night as a succubus.

For a brief moment, I considered changing again, turning into a succubus like I had last night. But then I decided against it since that would just be too much. Still, I couldn’t help but wondering what would happen if I used my talent while I was in succubus form. Maybe I’d have to try it and see some time…but just not now.

I continued playing with myself, loving how good it felt but also feeling guilty as well. The orgasm, when I finally came, was much better than it normally was when I jacked off as a guy, but afterwards, I couldn’t help but feeling even more conflicted.

In spite of my current body, I was a guy inside and it just felt wrong to play with my girl parts this way. It felt almost like I was being gay or betraying my male self. It was probably a bit silly, but that was the way I felt.

“I don’t care what aunt June says,” I told myself before finally drifting off to sleep. “There has to be a way to change back.”