The Only Real Magic

by shalimar

It was another Saturday night where John and I were hanging out together as usual. We have been best friends since elementary school when I moved into this suburban community from the city in the second grade. I was shy then and had difficulty getting to know anyone in my new school. John who lived a few houses away from me decided to get to know me better and we've been friends since.

Eventually I became more confident. I became the instigator of many, shall we say, "incidents." For example in 8th grade we set fire to a garbage can inside the school. He lit the match. It was a warm spring day and it enabled us to enjoy the sun for about an hour. We never got caught for that and most of the other incidents. Hey, we were only suspended once.

But at this time we were just out of high school and about to enter our freshman year at college and we were just hanging out not knowing where to go or what to do. The good news about college was that we were going to the same school and be roommates. We even had the same major, so eventually we would have some of the same classes. I know that the school will cost more than I can afford even with the loans and my parent's help, so I will be working part time to help pay for it. So will John.

At the time we were between girlfriends so dates were not options. But I did want to go see a movie in multiplex in the next town.

I thought I was finally convincing John for us to go when he said to me, "I learned some magic a few months ago and I want to try it out."

"I don't want to see a magic show," I told him. "I want to see a movie."

"No, Rob," he calmly told me. "This is real magic."

"There's no such thing as real magic. Everything is either slight of hand or tricks," I said.

Then the curiosity got to me.

"Johnny, what can you do?" I asked.

"I can change anything I want." he replied. "Any way I want."

"What are you going to do?" I asked. "Change a cat into a dog?"

"No," John replied. "I'm going to change a dog of a guy into a sleek feline of a girl."

"And who is that?" I asked.

"You, you nerd."

"Me?" I asked. "Why me?"

"Why not you?"

"Because I don't want to be a girl."

"But you want to be a girl," he replied. "You always wanted to be a girl."

"Of course I've always wanted to be a girl, John." I replied. "If only magic was real."

"Then let me show you," he told me.

"What are you going to do?" I asked.

"Listen, he said to me. "You think like a girl, because you are one."

"Of course I'm a girl," I told John.

"You are my girl, Rob."

"Of course I am your girl, John."

"Your hair is down to your nipples."

'Of course, my nearly crew cut hair is down to my nipples.' I said to myself. 'What kind of fool does he take me for?'

"It comes down in curls."

"I love my hair in curls." I told him.

"Your face is so smooth that you never had to shave," he told me.

"Why would I need to shave?" I asked John. Then to myself I said, ‘Except my legs.’

"Your face is shaped like a girl our age," John continued. "And you think it is pretty."

"Don't you think my face is pretty?"

"You are beautiful, Rob, especially with the makeup that you use to entice me. It is so subtle yet makes you look even lovelier."

"Thanks," I replied. "You say the nicest things about me, John."

"Your hands are so smooth," he told me. "I like to play with them."

"I like to play with your hands too, John" I replied as I put mine in his.

"And your nails are always polished and make those hands even prettier."

"All for you, John," I responded. "I try to please you."

"You do please me," he told me. "In fact you have nice breasts. Just enough for me to play with."

"I like it when you play with them," I said and smiled as my nipples got pointy and hard just thinking about what John can do to them.

"And bite," he added with a grin.

That brought a smile to my face.

"The main part of your body has no hair and is as smooth as your face as I have experienced touching before."

I smiled at his description of me. He makes me feel so good.

"And your belly is so smooth and taught and just the right size for a girl your age."

John always makes me feel wanted and warm inside, sometimes even hot.

"And your butt is nicely proportioned."

"You know I actually like my ass," I told John. "I'm glad you like it too."

"In fact I like your curves," John told me. "They actually make me horny."

I saw his prick making a tent in his pants. That only made me hotter.

"Your balls are really ovaries," he said to me as I felt a pop going into my body.

"In fact your prick is now a cunt," he said to me as I felt the wetness between my crotch as my girl juices began to flow because he made me feel even hotter.

"You are wearing an "A" line black dress with the skirt coming to about 2" above the knee with black pantyhose and black 3" pumps."

I had hoped when I put on this outfit that it would entice John tonight. I think it worked.

"Your name is Robyn, not Robert."

What a silly thing for John to say. Of course my name is Robyn. That's what it says on my driver's license.

"We are in love with each other," he said as he looked at me and gave me that loving smile.

Of course I love John, my John. And I feel that he gives me so much love back.

"In fact," John told me. "We are getting married next weekend."

I looked at my engagement ring and thought about when he gave it to me. It was such a nice birthday present last year and showed his love for me. I accepted as soon as I stopped crying from the happiness. In a week we will officially belong to each other forever. I already know that he is mine and I am his. I can hardly wait for that ring to have its companion wedding band to cement our love for each other. But tonight we will relax as the last time we can go out together as just boyfriend and girlfriend. Eventually we would be setting up housekeeping at the college we are going to go to together. We will move into the married students housing provided by the school.

I looked at John again and smiled. We're so happy together. I remembered a shy boy back in second grade seeing me walking alone from school just after I moved into the neighborhood and him coming over to me. He continued to walk with me as we went to our homes. It took us both a few days to start to talk to each other as I was just as shy back then, but we became friends. By third grade we were inseparable. When I began to realize what sex was all about I knew I was in love with John. There was no one else for me or for him. There will never be.

I think I was also a good influence on him. I remembered a time that I stopped him from lighting a trashcan in the high school hall. I kept him out of trouble many times. Because of me, our grades were such that we both received academic scholarships to our first choice college.

And John is often a kidder. I can't believe that he would tell me he knows magic, real magic. So I sexually walk over to my soon to be husband and hug him as he hugs me back.

I whisper into his ear, "Are you going to show me that magic?"

"Well... ah."

He kissed me and I kissed back.

"I knew it," I whispered sexually to him. "Love is the only real magic."

Then I kissed him again.