Dreams do come true

A caption based on an old dream by Ashley Allison :)

Ash was walking around the carnival cheerful and care-free. The gleeful atmosphere of those kind of events always put him in a good mood, and he enjoyed just walking around alone looking at all the people having fun. Suddenly he heard a voice call for him.

<<Come here young man! Would you like to have your fortune told?>>

He turned around to see and old hag sat at a table partially hidden in the shadows, with a deck of tarots in her hands. She had a strange, malicious smile on her face. There was something unsettling and creepy about her, but being a polite guy he couldn’t just pass by and ignore her.

<<I’m sorry ma’am, I don’t believe in that kind of stuff.>>

<<Oh that’s a shame. Your skepticism really is your loss young man, for you see this kind of “stuff” is real. And magic can really do a lot for those who believe. Come closer, I want to show you.>>

The woman then took out a strange looking necklace from her pocket. It seemed like a plain and useless piece of junk, and yet he found himself irresistibly lured by it.

<<Here, I would like to give you this jewel. It may look valueless, but I guarantee you that it actually holds great power. If you wear it while you sleep, your dreams will become reality.>>

That of course sounded ridiculous, but Ash was nonetheless fixated on that strange little object.

<<So what do you want for it?>>

<<Nothing at all. I always give little magical artifacts to the nonbelievers. All I ask, is for you to wear it right now in front of me if you’re going to accept my gift.>>

That sounded even stranger, but he couldn’t help it. He had to have it. So he took it from her hand and fastened it around his neck. The woman smiled pleased and said goodbye to him, and a few hours later Ash was at home ready to go to bed. By that point he had already almost forgotten the old lady and the necklace, and it surprised him when he noticed it was still around his neck. He tried to take it off, but he found himself unable to unfasten it. He tried and he tried, but it just would not come off. “What the hell?” he thought, and after a while he had to give up. He was exhausted, and he didn’t want to lose any more time with it. Besides, that hag said that he should have worn it while sleeping. Why not give it a try? It would not hurt to rest while wearing it. So he laid on his bed and fell asleep almost immediately.

He didn’t sleep well that night, for he was disturbed by strange dreams. When he woke up he wasn’t in his room anymore, nor was he laying in a bed. Instead he realized that he was sitting in some kind of old armchair, and all around him were magenta walls adorned with all types of fancy furniture and paintings, and even a large tapestry. But his surrounding were not the only thing being different, nor were they the least surprising. As a cool breeze blew through an open window, he realized that his legs were bare. Looking down he saw that he was now dressed in a blue short dress and that he was wearing high heels, and to his dismay he realized that those female clothes were actually fitting his body. He now had smooth and toned womanly legs, and he felt that his arms and shoulders had lost almost any muscular tone, giving him a frail and petite figure. His belly had flattened and his waist narrowed, while his hips were now much wider, and he could feel a round and soft butt acting as a cushion. But most unsettling of all was his chest, on which two ample mounds of flesh had developed. He now had breasts. Trembling, he reached with his hands for that bosom, and gave it a firm squeeze. The shock that that sent to the back of his head acted as the most powerful of pinches. There was no doubt, that was all real. He was a woman.

<<Surprised, aren’t you?>>

He heard a familiar voice coming from beside him. He turned towards its source and saw the old woman sitting in a chair in a corner of the room, looking at him with a smug look on her face. He wanted to say something, but all that came out of his mouth were muffled stutters, in a feminine voice that unsettled him even more.

<<I told you that the necklace held incredible powers. And as I told you, it made your dream come true, even though it reached quite far into the back of your memories to find the right dream to fulfill.>>

<<I… you…>>

<<Don’t you remember? You were seven. The first time you ever dreamed of transforming into a woman. You were a dame in a castle. You didn’t dream of any prince coming to save you or anything like that, not at all. No, all you did in that dream was to bask in your newfound femininity, acting all girly and enjoying your time as a sensible and well educated lady. How adorable.

Of course that would not have been the last time you fantasized about experiencing life as a woman, but I just thought that it would have been a lot of fun to make you re-experience that dream as a reality. I had to do some changes though in order to make it real. You are a princess now. An actual princess. The princess of Belgium to be precise. Now you can live the life you dreamed of decades ago. It is just as I told you, magic can do a lot for those who believe. And I think from now on you will be a fervent believer. Enjoy your new life, your majesty.>>

The woman disappeared with a laugh, leaving Ash alone in his new room and with his new body. He got up and walked towards a mirror trying not to stumble over the heels. For the first time he saw his new beautiful feminine visage, with his now blonde hair framing his delicate features. He caressed his face, feeling how soft his skin now was, and he couldn’t help but think that that was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Suddenly a knock at the door made him jolt, as what looked like a maid entered the room.

<<Oh, I’m sorry your highness. I didn’t know you were here. Hope I didn’t disturb you, you seem upset.>>

Ash smiled complacent. He never was arrogant or anything like that, but being called your highness really flattered him.

<<It’s ok. I’m fine.>> he said turning again towards the mirror. A happy smile went across his beautiful face.

<<I’m perfectly fine.>>

An old wish

A gift I made for my dear friend and sister Karen based on a fantasy she had as a child :)

Joe had always been such a good and big-hearted guy. It was just his nature to help those in need, even with small acts of kindness. So it should not surprise anybody if he didn’t hesitate a second to help a woman who he saw struggling trying to bring heavy furniture inside her house. For him that was only the right thing to do. He wasted the whole afternoon helping that woman, but he didn’t mind it, and in the end he was thanked wholeheartedly.

<<Thank you young man. I don’t know how I would have managed without your help.>>

<<Don’t mention that. It wasn’t a problem, really.>>

<<Nono, I insist! You deserve a reward. You see, you may not believe it, but I’m a sorceress. A witch. Maybe you don’t believe in magic, but I can assure you that it is real. And to reward you for your kind heart I will make a wish of yours come true.>>

Joe wanted to laugh. Of course he didn’t believe in magic, and that lady was clearly a screwball. But he didn’t want to offend her, so he played along.

<<All right. So, I wish…>>

<<Oh you don’t have to tell me. I don’t want you to risk wasting your wish with something you have not thought through. No, I will just search in the recesses of your heart to fulfill your most secret desire. Just head home now, you will have a pleasant surprise later on.>>

Joe just shrugged it off and headed home as she said. Either she was completely crazy or that was the strangest way for getting rid of him she could have found. But he would not have held any grudge just for that, and went on with his day as nothing even happened. However moving all that furniture for the whole afternoon really did tire him, and so he fell asleep exhausted very early in the evening. He would not have got much rest however, since a couple of hours later he woke up in an unknown environment.

When he opened his eyes and rose, he could hear muffled club music all around him, and he realized he wasn’t in his bed anymore but instead he was laying on some kind of sofa. And he wasn’t alone. Beside him a young woman greeted him with a bright smile. She looked a whole lot like the woman he helped earlier that day with her furniture, only a lot younger and much more beautiful.

<<Rise and shine sweety. I told you I had a surprise for you.>>

Still confused and dazed he tried to say something, but he immediately fell silent as he realized that the voice coming out of his mouth didn’t belong to him. Instead it sounded melodic, and womanly. He looked down at his body, only to see that that wasn’t his body at all. Of course the first thing to baffle him was his new incredible rack. He was staring at a pair of ample and voluptuous breast wrapped in a pink dress, which enveloped also the rest of his new female figure, empathizing his womanly curves, the narrow waist, the ample hips, and the long sensuous legs.

<<Surprised uh? Turn around honey. There’s more.>>

Still speechless he didn’t hesitate an instant and immediately turned around, and he found himself facing a mirror hanging from the wall. Only he didn’t found his usual reflection staring back at him. Instead a stunning, gorgeous blonde beauty dressed in a wonderful pink dress was looking back at him from the reflection with her mouth wide open for the astonishment, and as he saw her mimicking his every move he realized that that was his new reflection. He was looking at his new body. <<Oh my…>> was the only thing he managed to say.

<<I told you I would have made one of your wishes come true. Only I had to search deeply in the back of your mind to find what really would have made you happy. So much time has passed since you first made that wish that you probably don’t even remember it, but allow me to refresh your memory.

You were 11. There was this girl in your class. Her name was Ryan, and she was beautiful, blonde and oh so tall. You could not stop staring at her during classes, and thinking about her. One would have said that you had a crush on her, but we know it wasn’t that. You didn’t want to kiss her, or to be her boyfriend. No, there was more. You wanted to be her. You wanted to experience life as her. To be the cutest girl in class. How precious.

For your whole life you always wondered how it would be like to be a girl instead of a boy. You had fantasies, but you never truly talked about it with anyone, and in time that became your most secret and cherished desire. Well now I made it a reality. I transformed you into her.

Look at her. Look at you. She has changed quite a bit since you were kids. She still has her luscious blonde hair, but she doesn’t really seem all that tall now that you have both grown up. Don’t worry, the high heels you are wearing will make up for that, and she has on the other hand really developed in other areas. Look at your breasts. They look lovely, don’t they? And I bet they feel nice too. Don’t be afraid, grab ‘hem, fondle them. They are yours now. You always secretly wished to have some, and now you do. This is who you always wanted to be. Isn’t it wonderful?>>

<<I… I…>>

<<I know this may be scary, but you don’t have to be afraid. Nor you have to be ashamed of your deepest desires. “No matter what anyone thinks or says about you, find your true voice and sing out your heart’s desire.” “Nobody can take that away from you.” These are your words, remember? Now they are reality. And you can be truly happy.

Now you should probably go. Your friends are probably wondering where you are. They are waiting for you. Your new life is awaiting you. Go on and dance your heart out, sing your happiness until you run out of voice, find a guy to take you home and live up your wildest fantasies. You are free.

Don’t worry, I will stick around. If you ever want to go back to your old life I will be there for you. But I like to think that with my magic I managed to give you a happy life. The one you always dreamed of. Go now, a whole new world is waiting for you.>>

Ryan got up and rushed thrilled to the dancefloor room, slightly stumbling on her new heels. But before turning her back forever to her old life she looked back at that woman who had made her dream come true. <<Thank you.>> she said to her smiling. The woman smiled back. She knew she had made another person happy.

Three pests

Request by Lady Stardust :)

Life is hard as a single mother. Sarah did her best to leave her past behind her and start anew in a different town, trying to be a good mother for her kid and raise him well. And despite how difficult the struggle was, she was carrying on, strong and motivated, and somehow she managed. The only problem is that the past can never be truly forgotten, and when you are a single mother with a troubled past, people tend to talk. All the time she was painfully aware of all the slanders going on behind her back. Everybody felt like they had some right to judge her and look down on her. She didn’t care, she was willing to endure it all. But at times, she really got way too tired of all that shit, and she had to take measures to teach those gossip mongers a lesson.

You see, while adults for the most part know to keep their mouth shut and just talk about people behind their backs, kids on the other hand can be really mean, and teenagers are even worst. And George, James and Liam had long chosen Sarah and her kid as targets of their mean spirited comments for their amusement. Sarah knew that she should not have used her powers to get revenge and punish people. Magic was not something to be played with lightly. But that day she was so fed up with those little pests that she was more than determined to make them pay for their trash talk. And so she cursed them.

George really needed to learn one or two things about life, and to get rid of his chauvinistic views of women and gender roles. He used to always say to Sarah that she should not have bothered with her job and that her place was in the kitchen, and she decided to give him a taste of life as a submissive housewife. Now that she had turned him into a sexy house wife in her 50s he could have showed his hubby what an obedient and subservient wife he was. Not only he would have had countless chores to tend to during her day alone at home, but as soon as his horny husband would have come home from work, he would have had to also take care of her other wifely duties.

James was your typical cocky and arrogant teen. He thought he was so slick, constantly complimenting Sarah for how sexy she was, and saying that she should have gone down on him. Well, she decided to give him a taste of that medicine. Now that the curse had turned him into a prostitute in her 30s, he not only would have given head to as many men as possible, but he would have also got a profit out of it. Not bad considering how arousing it would have felt now for him to wrap his lips around cocks and suck them dry. He sure would have soon earned quite a loyal clientele, and what more can you ask from a sex worker than enthusiasm?

Liam got Sarah madder than all the other kids. He was not happy with just picking on her, he had to mock her kid too, saying he was ugly and other mean things. Well, he sure needed to learn a lesson, and soon he would have understood how every child is beautiful in the eyes of his mother. He had some though weeks ahead of him now that he not only was a mother in her 40s, but he was also expecting a new child. Taking care of a kid is hard enough even without a new life growing inside of you making going normally through your day almost impossible, but Sarah was sure than once the due date would have arrived, and he would have hold that little creature in his arms, he would have understood a thing or two about motherhood, and possibly he would have grown to love his new life.

After having casted her curse Sarah promised herself once again she would not have abused her powers ever again. After all being a magic user never really helped her getting through life any easier, and using it to just get revenge on people was just wrong, and she knew that. But assholes are everywhere, and she was sure that even though punishing those teen would not have really helped her feel any better about her life, it would have definitely helped them becoming better people. Or at least she hoped so.

Naughty twins

Requested by latina ^-^ Enjoy!

Dominik and Sebastian had been best friends since basically forever. They did everything together, and when they went to the club to hit on girls they would assist each other and do their best so both of them would have scored. It was a good thing that they would almost never aim for the same girl, so they almost never argued with each other over who would have taken her home. But there were exceptions, and Mary was one of those exceptions. She was simply gorgeous, with her luscious red hair, and her perfect skin, and her breathtaking curves. Every man could not help but instantly fall for her, and so did Dom and Sebastian.

Unfortunately for them without helping each other they simply were not very good at hitting on girls, and since they were competing for the same one they also had to fight each other while bothering the poor Mary. She started to be fed up with their clumsy attempts at picking her up pretty soon, but they would just not get the hint, and so in the end she snapped at them and decided to teach them a lesson. She had promised herself she would not have abused her magical powers, but those guys definitely needed a punishment. And since they simply could not decide who would have got her, she decided to make them both happy. She casted the curse, and in a matter of seconds the two guys saw their hair grow and become luscious and red, their skin become soft and hairless and perfect, and their chest and hips swell as they acquired new breathtaking curves. Now that they had both been transformed into exact copies of Mary, they no longer had to argue over who was more worthy of her.

Along with their bodies, the two guys found their reality changed as well, as they soon discovered that they were now twin sisters. It took a while for them to get used to their new lives, but after having given up on the hope of ever finding Mary again so she would have returned them back to normal, they decided to help each other to their best and try to get through their predicament together. The bond they had as friends soon became stronger than ever now that they were sisters, and as they helped each other adjusting to their new bodies they grew more attached than they had ever been. Maybe even too attached.

While their bodies had been transformed, the curse had left their minds basically unaltered, and so there really wasn’t anything preventing them from finding their new forms incredibly hot and attractive, and the fact that they were now twin sisters did not stop them from experimenting with each other. On the contrary, they helped each other discovering how amazing their new bodies felt, and soon their friendship developed into an incestuous romance. For the most part they manage to keep it secret, but there are times, when they get dressed all sexy and enticing to hang out at the club, when they just can’t help it and have to rush to a bathroom to have some sexy time together. By now they have decided that even if they will by chance end up meeting Mary again, they are not going to ask her to give them back their bodies. Their new ones are just much more fun to play with, and they won’t have to argue over women ever again as long as they will have each other.

Inappropriate presents

Okok, I’ll admit that at times I can get a little carried away with my pranks and taunts. I really should not have kept making fun of my friend for having a flat chest. I guess after all many girls are insecure about the size of their breasts, and she really did not deserve to be constantly teased by me about it. I was an asshole to her.

The last straw for her was when for her birthday I bought her this comically oversized shirt with this silly slogan. For me it was hilarious to see her face when she opened the package and saw the shirt. But then she immediately gave me a fuming stare, and I instantly knew I had just crossed the line and that I would soon have had troubles.

I’m sure that there are better ways to find out that your friend is a Wikka than being victim of one of her spells, but I guess I basically asked for it. At least now this shirt fits one of us nicely. She said that she’s going to keep me like this until I will have learned my lesson, and understood how unpractical and cumbersome bug tits are.

he was not lying. These puppies are huge, and they are heavy as fuck. They constantly get in the way when I try to move my arms or do basically everything, they giggle with every move I make, and I can’t find a single bra capable of sustaining them. Hell, I can’t even see my feet with these things obstructing my view.

But truth be told, this does not feel like a punishment at all. In fact, I love them! It feels amazing to play with them and fondle them, and my nipples are so sensitive that I swear I could reach climax just by teasing them in the right way. And even though they are a bit disproportionate I dare to say they suit my new appearance nicely. I look gorgeous! I know I should probably be freaked out by this all, but I actually can’t wait to experiment with my new body and have fun with my new assets.

I guess I should put together an outfit to match my new shirt so I can get out and have some fun. It’s Friday after all. And I can’t wait to find a nice big dick to milk with my new bosom.

Have fun girls! Enjoy your Friday! ^-^

New desires

A fun idea by Wakka :) Enjoy!

I guess I deserved this. It wasn’t nice of me at all to say all those mean things about my girlfriend’s friend. True, she sleeps around a lot, and she’s a very easy girl. So what?! More power to her! I wish I had not been such a jerk to her. My life wouldn’t have come up to this. But how was I supposed to know that she was a very vindictive witch? As soon as she knew about all the mean things I’ve been saying about her, she cursed me. She was determined to teach me not to judge.

It was so sudden that I barely realized what was happening to me. I was having sex with my girlfriend, and we were doing some foreplay. She was blowing me, and it felt soo good. And yet something was off. Suddenly I wasn’t feeling that hard anymore, like my dick was shrinking, and yet I wasn’t feeling any less aroused. On the contrary, my dick never felt so sensitive. I soon started moaning for the pleasure, a pleasure like I had never felt before. And yet I was feeling my cock getting smaller and smaller, until my girlfriend was licking it instead of sucking on it. Unsettled by that alien feeling between my legs I looked down, and to my dismay I saw my girlfriend licking a pussy… my pussy! Only then I realized that it wasn’t only my genitals that had changed, but my whole body had transformed somehow. My legs were now smooth and toned, my belly was flat and hairless, and I had breasts hanging from my chest wiggling with every slightest move I made. Somehow I had transformed into a girl!

However my girlfriend didn’t look distressed or surprised at all. On the contrary, she was really digging it, and she was looking at me with eyes full of lust. I wanted to shake her off of me and try to figure out what had just happened to me, but what she was doing just felt so… sooo good! My new pussy was burning with desire, and I started to moan louder and louder as the pleasure kept washing over my body. I know I should have been way more scared by all that, but my mind couldn’t really focus on anything else besides my ecstasy, so in the end I just decided to enjoy the ride. Whatever was the cause of my transformation, it’s not every day that you get to experience lesbian sex.

I laid my head back and closed my eyes, and let my girlfriend keep working her magic on my new genitals. However soon I noticed something was changing. Not in my body, but in my mind. As much as I was enjoying the things she was doing with her tongue, I started to feel a different kind of urge. An irresistible desire to be fucked, to have my pussy filled. I was willing to consider that natural, but I soon realized that no amount of dainty female fingers, not even a strap-on, could have satisfied my new craving. My mind started wandering, as new unsettling images started to fill my thoughts. Images of men, of ripped, manly, muscular guys, with their huge thick cocks. I wanted them to fuck me, I wanted their manhood to fill me. And as I came to that realization, suddenly I wasn’t enjoying my lesbian experience anymore.

To my girlfriend’s disappointment I shook her off of me, and started to get dressed. I was incredibly aroused, and my pussy itched as I slipped into some panties I found lying on the ground. Apparently all of my clothes had transformed as well, but I didn’t think much about it. My mind was fixated on a single thought. I needed to find a man to fuck me, and I needed it as soon as possible. I ignored my girlfriend’s whining and got out of her house, and then headed straight to a bar where I was sure I would have been able to find what I was looking for. Sure, I wasn’t at my best having just got out of bed after some sexy time, but that didn’t really matter. With a bit of flirting I would have soon had a man in my bed fucking my brain out. And I did found what I was looking for. I found it over, and over again.

Since that day I have never really stopped looking for guys to hook up with. I’m a gorgeous girl after all, and with a Tinder profile and the right attitude it’s not difficult at all to find a good fuck. Unfortunately that kind of attitude didn’t do well to my reputation. Only after a while I discovered what the cause of my transformation was, and apparently that curse also changed the reality around me. A reality in which I was a woman, and a total slut. I hate all the shit I get for the way I behave. Why do they care for how many men I sleep with? Who are they to judge? I guess I got what I deserved. My reality has been basically flipped to one where I am the kind of person I used to scorn. I don’t know whether that witch has any intention of ever changing me back, maybe waiting for me to learn my lesson. But to be honest I don’t want that to happen. I don’t want to go back to being a man. Sure, sometimes it is hard to endure all the mean things they say about me, but I can leave with it. What I could really never live without is the wonderful, amazing sex I have almost on a daily basis. There’s nothing as pleasurable and breathtaking as sex as a girl, and I would never give this up.

If only

If only Charles knew…

If only he knew how jealous his girlfriend could get. The insane lengths she would go to be sure he would never cheat on her.

If only he knew that her constant babbling about being a Wicca was actually much, much more than just a quirky hobby of hers.

If only he knew about the curse she inflicted on him after their last bicker and the usual jealous rant.

He would not have complained to his friend about what an insufferable bitch she could be at times.

He would not have followed his suggestion of malingering to ditch their usual Netflix evening to go to that party and have some fun away from her, just this one time.

And once there he would not have drank so much as he did, and he would not have flirted with that hot chick he noticed eyeing him up.

He would not have stayed there well after the party was over to have some intimacy with her.

He would not have joined her in the bedroom.

But now he knew.

As he was suddenly overwhelmed with the alien sensation of feeling his new body…

The discomfort of his bare knees on the hard floor…

His long hair cascading on his slender shoulders…

The hardened nipples on the tip of his voluptuous new breasts…

The warm and wet feeling between his smooth legs, burning in his now flat crotch…

As he found himself with his new luscious lips wrapped around his former cock, mere instants before it erupted its copious load inside his mouth…

The funny taste of the warm liquid all over his tongue, its pungent smell filling up his nostrils…

As he heard a relieved moan coming from above him, a moan that soon turned into a frightened scream…

As he opened his eyes and raised his head his own face staring looking down at him with a terrified look…

Now he knew what happens when you mess with a witch.

He really knew now.

But it was too late.