This is my first attempt at writing so any comment and support would be appreciated. I am also writing this on my mobile so I will have to go in steps as my battery will only hold out so long. Thank you all for taking time to read this. I hope you all enjoy.

"The Golden Band"
Part One

As I sit here writing of my present condition, I watch as the last of my former self vanishes.

You see, until just a week ago, I was a healthy well groomed man, albeit my choice of career for the past 5 years has been as a female impersonator.
My wife never really approved of the occupational choice but it did provide well for us, seeing as how it has allowed her to be a stay at home mom.

Almost 3 weeks back, my boss approached me about adding a new character to my repertoire. He suggested that "Cleopatra" would do well, what with all the news about the local museum gettin a new Egyptian display. I eagerly agreead and set out to find everything needed to complete the outfit.

Everything was easy enough to come by, save one vital piece, the golden serpentine arm band that she was known to wear. I searched high and low, both locally and online. I was about to give up all hope when, around luch one Saturday, I came upon an estate sale just outside of town. As I was looking through everything I saw what appeared to be a rather old looking jewelry box sitting on a window sill. As I picked up the box, I felt a twinge of excitement. Upon opening it, I became giddy beyond reason.

"Are you OK?" I heard a voice from behind me ask.

"Yes, yes. I am quite fine. Is this your sale?" I inquired as I turned around.

"Yes. This was all my granny's."

"I'm Paul." I said as I put my hand out.

"I'm Chris." The young man replied as he took my hand and shook it.

"How much for this old box and contents?" I asked.

"How about 5 pounds?" He said with a quizical look.

I agreed and we spoke a few more minutes before some other person required his attentions.

As I sat in my car, I opened the box again. I just couldn't believe my luck! There in the box sat a beautiful, gold serpentine arm band with emeralds set where the eyes should be. So filled with excitement I was, that I couldn't wait to try it on, so I took it from the box and slid it over my right hand. My arm instantly felt warm and the band suddenly took on a life of its own. Before I could react, the band tightened around my wrist and in a slithering fashion worked its way around and up until it sat snugly about my upper arm.

I sat in disbelief! Had I really just witnessed this? I felt no pain but yet try as I may, I could not remove the band from my arm. I decided to go back inside and ask Chris for more information about this band but when I exited my car, I saw an empty house with a for sale sign out front.

"Bloody hell!" I said out loud, as I got back into my car and pulled off.

All the way home I tried to wrap my head around what had just happened.

It was dark when I arrived home and as I walked in my wife informed me, from the other room, that supper was in the oven as I was late and had missed sitting with the family. As I reached for the plate my wife had left in the oven for me, I stopped and just stared at my hands.
I had always looked feminine, that's why I chose the profession I was in, but could it be? My hands looked that of a 20 something woman! Long slender fingers with manicured nails right in front of my eyes! I rushed to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. What had been dark , shoulder length hair was now visibly lighter, almost chestnut, and undoubtedly longer, mid back at least! My skin looked almost creamy smooth and my 5o'clock shadow had all but disappeared.

Just then, my wife came in, gasped, and ran out. I caught up to her before she made it to the bedroom door and stopped her.

"Who are you?" She inquired as she defensively held up her hands.

"It's me, Paul." I said, thankfully my voice hadn't begun to change, yet.

"What have you done to yourself now?" She asked as she began to relax and explore my new features.

We sat on the bed as I explained everything that had happened that day. She listened intently and when I was finished she said;

"Well just take it off then."

"Already tried and it won't budge." I replied.

"What do we do then?" She asked.

"I don't know but its late and there's nothing we can do tonight."

After carefully examining my body for any other changes and being satisfied there were none we got ready for bed and drifted off to sleep.

I awoke the next morning to see my wife's (Beth) face twisted in a most concerned way.

"Wh...what?" I stammered as I wiped the sleep from my eyes.

"I think you'd better have a look in the mirror." Beth stated, as she rose from the bed and made her way to the bathroom.

As I flipped back the covers, there wasn't much need to look in a mirror. What body hair I used to have was now littering the bed and as I looked down I could see two sizable growths on my chest. As I stood up I noted that my feet looked smaller and my legs were noticeably more shapely.
Slowly I padded my way to the bathroom as Beth walked over to her dresser, pulled out one of her satin nightgowns and brought if to me.

"I think you had better wear this." She said, handing me the gown.

I removed my current (male) sleepwear and donned the satin gown. Then I looked into the mirror and my jaw dropped in disbelief. My hair was not only down to my bum but was a beautiful auburn color. My face was slender with high prominent cheekbones and my lips were wonderfully plump. My eyes had turned a deep emerald green and my lashes were long and full. I looked at my wife in awe and realized I was looking up at her!

Where I had once stood nearly 5' 10" I now stood a mere 5' 4" compared to my wife at 5'6".

It was then that I realized the arm band was becoming part of me, disappearing more and more as I continued to transform. It looked like there was no possible way to remove it now. I sank to the floor, head in hands, and began to sob. I mean pretending to be a woman, especially a famous one, was one thing and it did provide a good life for myself and family but actually becoming a woman?

Beth knelt beside me, put her arm around me and kissed my head while she ran her fingers through my long auburn hair.

"Ssshhh. Don't cry honey. We will get through this together." She whispered softly.

"But Be..." I began, she cut me off.

She placed her finger on my chin and lifted my face, looked into my eyes and said; "At least your tallywhacker is intact!"

I forced a giggle and tried to smile.

"For now at least." I muttered.

"You're still the same person I fell in love with, on the inside, and in your current state, I have to admit, you are quite beautiful." Beth said while she still held my head up.

"To be honest dear, I believe I'm even a little more attracted to you like this."

My eyes widened, her words came as a surprise considering how much fuss she put up about my choice of professions.

Beth stood up and offered me her hand. I took it and she pulled me up, wrapped her arms around me and kissed me square on the lips! I found myself letting out a soft whimper as she pushed me against the wall, held my hands over my head, and kissed her way down my neck. My mind was scrambled! I had the usual feelings of arousal that I had always been accustomed to but then there were these other feelings! There was a churning and fluttering in my belly and the breasts I was developing began to tingle as my nipples puffed up, poked out and shown through the satin gown I had on.

"Mmm. Looks like someone likes the attention they are getting!" My wife said as she lightly rubbed her thumb over my firm nipple.

I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip as a purr seemed to come from deep within me. "Oh Beth!"

Some hours later, I looked over at my wife, who was blissfully sleeping, leaned down and softly kissed her cheek. She stirred, opened her eyes and pulled my lips to hers, kissing me deeply.

"Get yourself a shower and let's go shopping. We don't know if this is permanent or not but either way you're going to need some nice clothes to wear." She patted my bum and ushered me into the bathroom.

"Ummm, what if this change is permanent? What then?" I asked from the shower.

"Well, I think I have already answered that question, or have you already forgotten the last few hours?" Beth replied.

"So, you really find me more attractive and desirable, like this?" I inquired.

"You really have to ask?" She said abruptly.

"What of our son? What do we tell him if this is permanent?" I questioned.

"He's only 3 now so I think we have some time before we have to cross that bridge dear."

Exiting the shower, Beth handed me a towel, and then got in to clean herself up.

"I laid an outfit out for you on the bed. It should fit you fine for now." My wife's stated as I padded into the bedroom.

There, carefully laid out on the bed, was a matching white lace bra and panty set, atop a white spaghetti strapped Sun dress covered with bright yellow sunflowers. On the floor was a pair of light brown strappy sandals. I went to my dresser and got one of my gaffs. After putting it on and tucking everything away, I put on the white lace bra and panties, then slipped into the dress. So far everything fit well enough but my wife was right, I was going to need a new wardrobe.

By now Beth was out of the shower and drying off. As she peeked out to check on me she said; "Looks like it fits you good. How bout the sandals?"

"Just getting to that." I said as I sat on the edge of the bed.

My new petite feet slipped right in to the sandals and I said to my wife; "They fit well enough."

"What size are these sandals?" I inquired.

"7 I think." Beth replied.

Wow! Size 7 womens shoe. I thought to myself. I used to wear a 9 in men's.

"Quit dawtling. There's a bogo sale at Maurcelles." I heard my wife holler as she headed down the hall to our sons room.

"What are we calling you anyway?" Beth asked.

Hmmm, I hadn't thought about that. Can't very well have people calling me Paul when I look like this now can we? I thought to myself.

"I'm open to suggestions!" I shouted as I fumbled through my wife's collections of purses.

"I've always been partial to Katie." Hollered Beth as she came out of our sons room dragging all manner of things.

"Katie it is." I replied as I took the stroller from my wife.

"Hey! That's my purse! Geez, you grow a pair of boobs and now you think you can just use all my stuff missy?" Beth said jokingly.

"I'll get my own while we're out." I assured her.

With the car finally loaded, everyone buckled up and secure, we were finally off for an afternoon of shopping.

Shopping with Beth was delightful. I'm pretty sure she was even more excited than me about buying so many new clothes. First we went through the lingerie department and stocked up on bras, panties and stockings, not to mention several new nightgowns for each of us. Then it was off to look at dresses, skirts, blouses, jeans and all manner of clothing. We spent more than we should have and I am now the proud owner of a closet full of Womens attire. We boxed up Paul's things and moved them to the garage, just for the time being, in case... Well you know.

Worn out from our shopping we readied for bed, cuddled up and drifted off.

By this time I had only been wearing the arm band for two days and already; I had shrunk in height, grown breasts, my hair was down to my bum and deep auburn in color, my eyes were now emerald green and my voice was softening.

Over the next three days, little happened save for my voice changing a few more octave's and becoming more moelodic.

My boss has seemed to grasp the basic jist of what's happening and appears to be quite pleased actually. I'm trying not to think of what scheme he has up his sleeve with regards to my situation.

Beth seems fine with all the goings on and our son now thinks of me as his aunt, though we tried to explain, truth is I'm not sure I even understand it all.

Everything seemed as though it had run its course. The band had fully integrated into my arm and only the outline was still visible. Sort of like a faded tattoo. The eyes were still quite green, though not as bright or vibrant as in the begining.

It was the evening of the sixth night when all hell broke loose! After returning from a late night at the club, Beth and I had settled into bed. Our satin nightgowns gliding over the others as our bodies became entangled and we kissed. I began to feel, what I thought were stirrings of arousal, when I stopped and pulled back. My face contorted in excruciating pain as my body doubled over and I fell off the bed. As i hit the floor, I gasped for breath and Beth was instantly at my side.

"Oh my god! Katie! What's wrong?" She pleaded as I struggled to breath.

"I...it...it feels..." Another burst of intense pain stopped me from finishing.

"Katie! Please! Tell me what I can do to help!" Beth said frantically.

I took a deep breath and managed to explain before another bout caused me to scream.

"It feels like my insides are being ripped out!"

Suddenly, everything went black.

When I came to, I was back in bed with beth sitting beside me. Tears rolled down her face as she wiped mine with a cool cloth.

"Mm, what happened?" I whispered through parched lips.

Beth's eyes lit up and she nearly knocked me back out by hugging me so tight.

"Don't EVER do that to me again!" She scolded.
"I've been worried sick over you!"

"How long have I been out?" I asked.

"Nearly a whole day." She informed me while helping me to sit up so I could drink some water.

It was whilst moving about and situating myself that I noticed an odd emptiness between my legs. My eyes widened, then closed as I thought, "No. Please not that."

"What Katie? What's wrong?" Beth pleaded.

Opening my eyes, I caught Beth's and slowly looked down.

"NO!" She exclaimed.

I hesitantly pulled back the bed sheets and lifted my satin nightgown. My eyes welled up with tears as I saw that my testicles were gone, their sack had become introverted and my tallywhacker was but a mere stubb.

Beth wrapped her arms around me and we sat there, huddled together, crying.

Finally, Beth whispered; " I am so sorry honey. Just know that I still love you and will be right here beside you."

I managed a nod and held her a little tighter.

"I...I guess we know now that its permanent." I stammered.

"I guess we do." Replied Beth

I could hear the disappointment in her voice.

"Could you get me a pen and paper?" I asked.

"What for?" Beth inquired as she got up and fetched a pen and pad from her night drawer.

"Well..." I began, "the only thing that hasn't changed yet is my mind and I want to write this experience down just in case."

And so, we are back at the beginning. The last of my male self is pulling its way in, amid twinges of pain that now only give me cause to wince, and has been replaced with a delicatly soft, moist, pink vagina. The faded outline of the arm band is gone and no trace has been left. Beth lays beside me with her head resting on my thigh as I write the last of my experience down on paper. I have no idea what the future holds for Beth and I, but she assures me that we will face it together. Her resolve brings me great comfort.

As such, I leave you all with one final note. If ever you should find a small antique box containing a golden serpentine arm band with emerald eyes, well...if you decide to put it on, I wish you all the best! It will change your life! Best wishes. Katie.

I hope that you all found my first story to be entertaining. As always, comments are welcome and appreciated. XOX Bri.

I sat at the vanity in my pretty, matching, pink lace bra and panties. I had lost my ability to fight against my would be captors so, with my hands in my lap, I simply sit as still as I can. The other girls whirled and whizzed around me, applying makeup and fixing my hair just right. They spun me around and gave me a good look over. Satisfied, Marcy, the obvious leader, handed me a pair of thigh high nylons and instructed me to put them on. All I could do was nod as they had done something to me and I was unable to speak. "Tracy," that's what they were calling me now, "we know that you've been looking forward to this night for a long time so we are going to help you make it happen!" The girl all giggled and began to whisper amongst themselves as I carefully pulled the nylons up my freshly shaved legs. Chills ran up my spine as the silky smooth nylons gripped and squeezed my shapely legs. Marcy exited the closet with a short slinky black dress hanging over her arm and a pair of impossibly high stilettos in her hand. She motioned for me to come to her. My body seemed to do what she wanted instead of what I wanted as I rose up and walked over to her. "Arms up." she said and she pulled the LBD down over me as I did so. "Sit." and again my body obeyed. She slid the heels onto my feet and buckled them snugly. "Now, one last little thing and you'll be irresistible tonight." Marcy had a devilish grin on her face as she retrieved the spritzer from a small box on the dresser. "What so you think girls? Is she ready for her initiation?" Marcy seemed to grow two inches as she puffed her chest and took my hand.

A week ago I began my sophomore year at Wildwood University in the UK. I was an exchange student and accepted pretty well. I met Marcy at a newcomers party and we had hit it off until Brent, my roomie, had stepped in and pulled me away, informing me that she was into some sort of dark magic and I should stay away. I politely excused myself and exited the party. That was three days ago! For the life of me I couldn't remember the last two days or how I ended up here for that matter but none the less, here I am and apparently I am now at the mercy of Marcy!

One of the girls opened the door and Marcy led me out of the room. I don't know how I didn't fall flat on my face in those heels. Marcy must have had something to do with that. The girls had made sure to not let me see myself in a mirror while they played dress up with me but as we walked down the hall we passed a floor to ceiling mirror. Marcy stopped, turned me toward the mirror and said, "well Mike, or rather Tracy, what do you think of yourself now?" I feared what I would see but I couldn't help it, I had to look. *Holy shit! What the he..... where the fuck did those come from?* my mind was spinning! Still unable to speak I just stared. Mostly it was at the very large breasts that hung from my once hairy chest. My hair was a deep red and full of long wavy curls that went almost to my waist. My face had a very feminine look with plump red lips. My figure was hour glass shaped with large breasts and wide hips. My legs were long and very shapely. In all honesty I looked pretty hot.

"Ok. Enough gawking." Marcy exclaimed as she continued to walk me down the hall. "The boys downstairs are hungry and you are going to satisfy their hunger!"

I managed to snap my head in Marcy's direction, fear filled my eyes.

"Oh, relax Tracy. They aren't going to kill you, they're just going to fuck you!" Marcy said nonchalant.

As we began down the stairs I could hear the boys sniffing and snorting like a pack of wild dogs.

"Exciting isn't it Tracy?" Marcy said as we reached the first landing.

Almost instinctively, my nipples began to puff and get tender. I had a stirring deep in my belly that had never felt before too. As we made the second landing, Marcy stopped and turned me toward her.

"I really like you but you really hurt my feelings when you ran away from me at the party the other night. I've decided that I can forgive you but you will have to become my submissive girlfriend first and I promise that after tonight you will be happy to do anything I say. Is it going to hurt you wonder...I'm sure it will at first but if you just let go and accept the change it will go much easier for you." With that, Marcy led me down the last few steps and into the center of the room.

There in the middle of the room was a small table of sorts, about waist high and two foot by two foot square. Marcy pointed to the table and said, "bend over Tracy." Doing as I was told Marcy shackled my ankles to rings mounted in the floor and then did the same with my hands. She grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my head up, looked into my eyes and said, "have fun baby. I'll be back in the morning to collect you." A kiss on my lips and she was gone!

I could hear sniffing and snorting from the shadows and knew that it was just a matter of time before the inevitable. I would have preferred later than sooner but suddenly one of the boys was directly in front of me, naked and with a huge rock hard cock. He shuffled his way closer, his cock now just inches from my mouth. I had never sucked a cock before let alone thought about it but here I was now pondering the intricacies of cock sucking. What would make him cum quickly so I could get it over with but then, what if I actually liked it? How could I make it last longer?

I had been thinking so much about the cock sucking conundrum that I failed to notice the boy behind me. By the time I did, it was too late! My dress had ben pulled up around my waist and my pink lace panties over to the side. With one forceful thrust he had entered me! My mouth instinctively opened to let out a scream but even if I could have made a noise it would have been quickly muffled by the huge cock that filled the void.

My ass felt as if it were being ripped apart while a huge cock was being stuffed down my virgin mouth. Thankfully the cock in my ass didn't last long and soon filled me to the brim with a load of hot sticky cum.

I thought that surely I could breath but nay, another cock almost instantly plunged deep into my ass pushing out most of the cum from the last one. I could feel the cum running down my thighs and for some reason I got mad. All I could think of was, now my nylons were ruined!

"Wait! What? What the fuck is happening to me?"

Just then I got a mouth full of cum. He pulled my head down and pushed his cock deeper into my mouth and the last of his spurts went down my throat.

"hmmm..a..yummy!"

"Oh my god! I'm losing my fucking mind!"

Another cock promptly filled my mouth and I began hungrily sucking it.

The cock in my ass came again and I noticed my hips were beginning to rock as the next cock plunged deep inside me and began to rhythmically thrust in and out of my ass.

"I can't believe it! I'm actually beginning to enjoy this!" I thought to myself as a warm sensation began to creep over my body.

Several more times my mouth and ass were filled with cock then cum before I noticed that I had changed and it wasn't until I felt the gush of warm fluid coursing down both my thighs that it fully sank in.

Suddenly I felt a new sensation between my legs. It was another cock but this time it wasn't in my ass. It was in my... pussy!

"What the fuck? I have a pussy now?"

It was also then that I heard the low feminine moan. I looked around but couldn't see any women, just men.

Again, I heard that soft low moan.

My eyes widened!

Realizing it was me that was moaning, I tried not to but I couldn't stop. The moans just kept coming, and so did I. The more I moaned and the more I came the hotter the men got.

These last two men had just finished filling my mouth and pussy with their fluids when I noticed a dark figure off to the side. The men all backed away as the figure drew closer.

"Marcy?" I inquired. My voice now fully feminized albeit low and sultry.

The figure was cloaked in a hooded robe and didn't make a sound as it walked or rather floated across the floor. Upon reaching me the figure leaned down and unfastened my bindings. It then took my hand and walked me over to where there were some cushions on the floor. It layed down and opened the lower portion of its robe. My eyes grew wide as the biggest cock I had ever seen began to seemingly grow from within the robe. I instinctively licked my lips and knelt onto one of the cushions. Taking the huge cock in my, now petite feminine hands, I wrapped my mouth around the head and began sucking as I gently stroked the shaft and kneaded the ball sack. I sucked as muck of that beautiful cock into my mouth as I could. I could feel the other men pressing in closer but none would touch me, yet. A hand appeared from the darkness and twisted itself up in my long curly hair. Then firmly it pressed against the back of my head and pushed me onto the huge cock pressing it deeper down my throat until I choked. It kept pressing and I kept choking until my slobber had covered both my hands and the whole of this cock between them.

Two of the men moved in and took me by the arms, lifting me to my feet, they pulled my back a short distance and I could feel hands all over my body. They were undressing me! Hands groped me in the dark, pinching and twisting my nipples, slipping into my wet slit, probing inside my pussy and ass.

My body felt electric as I was groped and probed, all the while my eyes locked on that huge cock I had just been sucking. As my orgasm built inside me I moaned uncontrollably and watched as that huge cock seemed to get even bigger. I was about to explode when suddenly they all moved away, all but the two holding me up.

They lifted me higher, my feet now dangling beneath me, as they walked towards that dark figure with the now giant cock. Stopping once I was positioned over the head of that cock, they reached down with their free hands and took hold of my ankles, lifting my feet to my ass. Then they began to lower my down onto the giant cock. It pressed against my clit and I felt it twitch. They lowered me a little more, my lips now stretching over the head as it pulses and begins to throb. Suddenly the men holding me up just let go and I fell atop the cloaked figure, its giant cock piercing my newfound womanhood as I let out a scream. This was not just any scream either mind you. This was a scream of true and profound ecstasy. As I let out my scream the cock inside me, pulsed, twitched and then exploded, flooding my insides with its hot seed! My body convulsed and spasm'd as my orgasm gushed out of me like a great flood, my cries of ecstasy filled the room and everything seemed to disappear as my body collapsed onto the cushions and I drifted into a very contented sleep.

My eyes opened to see Marcy leaning over me, jostling my shoulder and sweetly saying, "Wake up sleepy head. Are you ready to go home Tracy?"

I lifted myself up and replied, "Yes Mistress M."

"Good girl." She said as she snapped a collar around my neck and locked it into place.

"Now, lets get you all cleaned up. We have guests coming over tonight and you are to entertain them."

"By the way, welcome to the sorority Tracy."

I hope that you have enjoyed the ramblings of my twisted mind. Lol. There's lots more where that came from. As always, comments are appreciated. XOX Bri.

We last saw Mike... or rather, Tracy, wearing her new collar and being led away by Marcy, her new Mistress. Tracy had been Mike just a few days ago but now here she was, a submissive slave to Marcy's every whim.

My mind was spinning as Marcy led me up the stairs and into what was now to be my room. She unfastened the leash that was attached to my collar and tossed it onto the dresser. She walked a few feet away and spun to face me.

"Come here!" she said in a commanding voice as she snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor in front of her.

Immediately, my feet carried me to the point she had indicated and I knelt before her as I placed my hands behind my back.

"Yes Mistress." was all I could say as I obeyed her instructions.

"Good girl." Marcy said as I felt her hand on my head.

She ran her hand down my cheek, under my chin and lifted my face.

"You have been a very good girl and as such you shall be rewarded." Marcy said, her voice calm and soothing.

She removed the collar from my neck and laid it on the bed. I really did like the collar, it was roughly two inches wide, padded on the inside, and made of soft white leather, with rings set about at regular intervals.

"You go take a shower and get cleaned up now while I pick out something nice for you to wear." Marcy patted me on the ass and gently pushed me towards the bathroom.

The events of last night replayed through my mind as I showered. I still couldn't wrap my head around what had transpired but here I was, a fully functioning female that seemingly had no control over her own actions. Marcy says, Tracy does! I vaguely remembered Marcy saying something about guests coming over and I was to entertain them. I began to worry now. Just what did Marcy have in store for me and would I ever be Mike again? Then I remembered, Brent, my roomie. If only I could talk to him. Maybe he could help.

I had stood in the shower for what seemed like ages, mindlessly attempting to scrub off last nights events, when I had an insightful flashback. I had actually enjoyed last night. Being the center of attention, bound and used by so many horny men, had really turned me on. Maybe this was meant to be, maybe Tracy was inside me all along and Marcy had just let her out.

"Tracy... Tracy!" I was brought back to reality by a sharp crack on the ass with a riding crop.

"Owwww!" I hollered as I rubbed where the crop had connected with flesh.

Marcy stood outside the shower, arms crossed, looking rather roughly at me.

"Didn't get enough last night?" She asked coarsely.

"Hmmm...wha...?" Realizing what she meant as I looked down and saw that I was vigorously working my pussy over with a rather large dildo.

"Never mind that now, there will be more tonight." Marcy said as she took the dildo from me, shut the water off and tossed me a towel.

"Dry off and come to me when you've finished your hair and makeup." She said as she left the room.

"Yes Mistress M." I replied.

I could hear her rustling things around in the bedroom as I dried off. Hair? Makeup? How? I'm... well I was a guy. I don't know anything about doing my hair or putting on makeup. Picking up a brush I began drawing it through my long curly hair. It felt natural, like I had done it all my life. Finishing that I looked at the assorted makeup items on the counter. Hmmm, moisturizer, concealed, foundation, blush..... wait, how did I know this? Fearing another whack with Marcy's crop, I decided to just go with it and hope for the best. Thirty minutes or so later I emerged from the bathroom and walked over to where Marcy was standing. Instinctively I knelt in front of her and put my hands behind my back again.

"Look at me." she said.

I looked up and saw a smile form across her face.

"Very nice Tracy." she said as she continued to smile at me.

"Thank you Mistress M." I replied.

Marcy licked her lips as she continued to look into my eyes. She slid her hands up her sides and began to slowly unbutton her blouse. She slid it from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor as she reached behind and unhooked her bra. She removed it also and began running her hands over her large breasts, playfully twisting and pinching her nipples between her thumbs and fingers. Her breathing was getting heavier as she knelt in front of me. She reached out and pulled my mouth to one of her breasts, which I quickly began to suck on. She let out a soft moan and pulled me closer. She reached down and began fondling my large breasts, also twisting and pinching my nipples, though not as playfully. I couldn't help but let out a moan myself as Marcy caressed, fondled, teased and tortured my breasts. Then she stood up, forcefully pulling her breasts from my mouth. She reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down to her knees and began rubbing her already soaked pussy with her fingers, letting them slip inside her periodically. She was fondling her own titts with one hand while steadily fucking her wet pussy with the other. She held her juice covered fingers out and I greedily sucked them clean. Then she wrapped her fingers in my hair and crushed her clit with my mouth. Eagerly I licked and sucked at her dripping pussy, coaxing out more of her delicious juice which I readily swallowed. I could feel her body begin to tense as her legs twitched and her back began to arch. With a loud scream her orgasm gushed out, running down my neck and covering my breasts. I drank in all that I could as her hips bucked wildly against my face and she held my head tightly. After some minutes, Marcy stood tall, adjusted her panties and skirt, picked up the remainder of her clothes and left the room giving me instructions to get cleaned up and dressed on her way out.

I quickly cleaned up and got dressed in the outfit Marcy had placed on the bed. The outfit she had set out for me consisted of red satin thong with matching bra, a black mini skirt and a red blouse with poufy 3/4 sleeves. There was also a pair of black and red satin slingback stilettos.

Being ready as Marcy had instructed, I decided to look around the room. It appeared to be like any other room one might find in a girls sorority house. There was a bed, desk, chair, closet, dresser, vanity and an attached bathroom. I opened the closet and saw it was full of dresses, some casual and some formal. Funny how my mind somehow could recall some of the outfits in the closet. I even remembered how I got the stain in that blue taffeta ball gown. Wait.... what was happening here? Could I really know these things?

"There you are." Said Marcy as she came in my room.

"Oh my, don't you look sexy!" She said as she smacked my ass.

I had so many questions but all I could seem to say when I opened my mouth was "Yes Mistress M."

Marcy took me by the hand and led me to the desk, motioned for me to sit as she herself, sat on the edge of the bed. I took a seat as indicated and placed my hands in my lap.

"I know that you're probably confused by all this." she began. "But I want you to know that as of right now, I am giving you a choice. You can stay as Tracy and be my girlfriend, or you can go back to being Mike and ill undo everything I've done. The choice is yours but I want you to really think about it and be honest with yourself before you answer."

With that, Marcy took out a small book and read some lines from it. I felt a tingle in my throat.

"You may speak." Marcy said.

"Wh...what did you do to me?" I asked, my voice still feminine.

Marcy hesitated in her response. "Well...... I've kinda been spying on you since last year."

"Why?" I inquired

"Well, like I said before, I really like you and after reading some of the stories you wrote, well, I thought I'd help you out."

"But, those were on my computer and its password protected. How did you get into my files?"

" I didn't." she replied. "I simply made sure you couldn't see me and sat beside you while you wrote them."

I was astonished, to say the least. But how? Magic wasn't real. At least that's what had always believed. Yet here I am, living proof that it does.

"So just because I wrote a few stories about men becoming women, you think its what I want also?" I said in disbelief.

"Let me explain." she said. "Its like this, the spell I cast on you will only let you become what or who you truly are inside."

"Wait, what?"

"Did you ever wonder where your inspiration to write those stories came from?" Marcy asked.

"Well, no."

"It came from deep inside you, its the real you... Tracy."

"I...I never thought about it like that. Can I have some time to think about this?" I asked.

"Certainly Tracy. I'll come back in an hour or so."

What the fuck was going on? Ok. Sure, I wrote a couple stories about men mysteriously changing into women via alien transformation or through surgery, but was it because I really wanted to be a woman? I did kinda have a girlish figure and facial features before. Never had a lot of luck with girls either, though I had had my share of girlfriends in the past.

Thinking back on the events of the previous night I realized that I really enjoyed being a woman. The electric feelings I got when a man entered me or came in my mouth was exhilarating. Maybe Marcy was right after all. I continued to sit and think about everything, my life or lack thereof, events that had recently taken place and Brent, my roomie. How would he react to all this. I ended up with more questions than answers and was startled when Marcy opened the door.

"Hey Tracy, have you made a decision?"

"I uh...I have a few more questions. If I may."

" Yes, of course Tracy."

"If I stay like this, what happens to who I used to be?"

"Its simple really, I will cast a little spell and in a few days everyone will forget who you were and just remember who you are complete with memories of the past. Next question."

"Why did you put me through what you did last night? Was is to get even with me for leaving the party?"

"No, unfortunately it is part of the transformation process with someone who hasn't yet accepted who they truly are inside. Next."

"And what of you Marcy? I'm guessing that we will be lesbian lovers?"

"Oh no Tracy dear, I want so badly to be a man that I will cast a spell on myself and transform into your boyfriend."

"Well, the only question I have left is about tonight. You said that I would be entertainment for your guests."

"Oh Tracy! I was still upset and that would have been my revenge for you leaving the party, but I have someone else in mind for tonight entertainment."

"I guess all that's left then is for you to change, Marcy. I've made up my mind and I'm staying Tracy!"

With that, Marcy squealed, clapped her hands for joy, ran up to me, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me square on the lips. he took me by the hand and led me down the hall to her room. Marcy's room was nearly identical to mine only a little bigger and it was a corner room with a small balcony. Marcy walked over to her dresser, opened a small black box, took out a vial with some kind of green fluid in it, opened it and drank the contents. Then she layer down on the bed and patted the mattress beside her. I walked over and layer down beside her. Marcy wrapped her arms around me and whispered; "I love you" in my ear.

We must have been asleep for some time because when I woke up I could hear loud music coming from down stairs. I nudged Marcy who slowly stirred. When she rolled over to look at me, I could see that whatever she had drank had already taken affect. Her large breasts were nearly gone and she had a five o'clock shadow. Her hair was still shoulder length but it seemed more course now than it had. I slid my hand down between her legs and could feel that she already had a rather large bulge forming where once had been her pussy.

"So, what am I to call you now?" I asked.

"Umm, well, I guess Mark." her voice had already gotten much deeper and she was still changing right in front of me.

I leaned in and gave Mark a big kiss on his lips. He wrapped his arms around me and rolled on top of me, pinned my hands above my head and began kissing my neck. I squirmed beneath his weight but he was much stronger than I. With one hand he held my hands and with the other he began to unbutton my blouse. Pushing my blouse open, Mark ran his hands over my red satin bra, roughly pinching my nipples through the smooth fabric. I winced from the pain but it still made me wet. Mark reached down, pulled my skirt up and my panties to the side as he groped at and forced his thick fingers inside my wet pussy. I moaned in pleasure as he continued to fuck my aching pussy with his digits.

"Fuck me." I mouthed as Mark began to unfasten his jeans releasing his huge cock from its confines.

Mark's cock sprang out, flinging a bead of precum onto my belly. I opened my legs wider as he pressed his cock against my opening and gave a sigh as he pushed balls deep into me. I began to rock my hips in unison with his trusts as he plunged into me repeatedly. I had no less than three orgasms before he came, filling me to overflowing. I clung to Mark relishing the experience as he lay atop me for some time.

There was a knock at the door and I heard Meghan ask if we were going to hold up in our room all night or not. I told Mark that we had better show ourselves as it was our party anyway. He agreed and we readied ourselves to go downstairs.

As we made our way to the main living area I noticed that everyone was greeting us by our new names but how? I hadn't seen Mark cast the spell to make everyone forget who we were.

Almost as if he knew what I was thinking, he turned to me and said; "You cast that spell right after we made love."

"What? But how?"

Mark turned, took me by the hands and said; "Only women get the gift, men get the hunger, though as long as I'm with you I will be exempt."

With that, we took our place amongst the rest and waited for the evenings entertainment.

Kelly and Andrea led the long legged, well endowed buxom blonde down the stairs. The stilettos accentuated her calves and it looked as though her boobs would burst out of her top at any minute. Her shirt skirt hugged her curves nicely and as she was led closer, all the men in the room began to groan and drool. All but Mark. The closer this buxom blonde got, the hornier the men got. As she was finally led from the staircase to the middle of the room, I was able to get a better look at her.

She glanced up at me, tears in her eyes. I could see her fear but there was something else.....wait!

Brent???

I hope this answers some questions from the first part. I'm sure it has also created a few more. Lol. This may or may not be the end for Tracy and Mark. We will have to see. There may be some spinoffs, but again I don't know yet. As always, comments are welcome. XOX Bri.