Should she take care of your problem?!? Was that really a question?
Ever since you started dating you’ve dreamed of the day when the two of you would be alone getting hot and heavy. Sandra had always said she wanted to wait until the time was right before getting more intimate. You loved her with all your heart so you never pushed her, contenting yourself with her cuddles and kisses (and the occasional late night fantasy session, just to keep yourself sane). All with the hope that one day you would hear her say those words. Of course, you never dreamed it would be while you were being changed into a woman. Your lust infused mind didn’t really care at this point. Whatever she was planning to do was fine with you, as long as it ended with relief of the pent up pressure you were feeling down there.
“Oh yes!” you manage to groan. “You should definitely take care of that.”
“I thought you’d say that!” She replies, then uttering some hard sounding syllables while moving her hand in a gesture complicated enough to be one side of a secret fraternity handshake. When she reached down to grasp that last proudly standing reminder of your manhood firmly with one hand you shuddered with trepidation, half expecting the mere touch of her hand would drive you over the edge and you would literally make a mess of the whole situation. But to your surprise, you felt nothing, as if the entire area had fallen asleep.
That certainly wasn’t what you were expecting, you think in surprise as you look downward between the valley of your breasts. You could clearly see her dainty hand wrapped firmly around your massive erection, you just couldn’t feel anything. Not until she gave a sharp twist to the left and pulled.
There was no pain, only a stranger kind of sucking sensation just in behind your pelvic bone as she rocked your manhood back and forth until it finally pulled free with a wet slurp.
“Impressive, isn’t it?” Sandra purred, holding your now detached member up as if she was inspecting it. Since she was looking over your shoulder the organ was also only inches away from your own face. Sandra carefully turned it around so you could both see it from all angles. You had to admit it did look a lot larger than you remembered, although that could be because you’d never expected to see your own erection from this perspective before. And certainly not detached from your own body as it was now.
“I’d better put this someplace safe.” Sandra purred, playfully bopping you on the nose with the tip before setting it gently on the coffee table. “We’ll need it to finish the ritual.”
The removal of your manhood had certainly calmed all those urges you had been fighting, and you were able to stand perfectly still as Sandra cupped her hands against the new void between your legs, once again chanting in that strange language. In response to her words you felt your insides churning and shifting as the plumbing downstairs realigned itself below that flat stomach you now possessed.
Deciding that everything below your shoulders had now been sculpted to her satisfaction Sandra turned her attention to your head at last, her fingers continued their tingling massage as she ran them over the curves of your face, smoothing and softening your previously rugged features. As well she also ran her fingers along your scalp through the short crew cut you’d sported since you were a teen. At the touch you could feel the hair sprouting and lengthening, growing until you could feel the ends of it brushing against your lower back.
Critically she studied the results, and you did your best to stand perfectly still as she touched it here and there, subtly adjusting your features. At last she seemed satisfied with her handiwork, and with a final archaic phrase she touched her fingertips to your neck. As she did so you felt a brief electric shock in your throat, causing you to give a brief high pitched “Oh” in surprise. It was such a girly sound that you both burst out giggling.
“So? What do you think?” Sandra asked with a smile as she turned you towards the mirror over the fireplace.
You finally get a chance to see what you look like. Sandra has turned you into an almost identical copy of herself.
Will you...
1) Say you are impressed at the resemblance...
2) Decide that you don’t want to do this, and ask to change back...
3) Feel that you’re not sure you like looking so much like your soon to be mother, but you’ve come this far so you might as well complete the ritual...
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