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You discover that your girlfriend is a witch and it leads to AR, gender swaps and diapers.

This choice: Time honoured traditions should always be observed.  •  Go Back...
Chapter #7

Time honoured traditions should always be obser...

    by: Aurthor Author IconMail Icon
Your heart skipped a beat when you realized Sandra was saying she preferred to have sex. You may be all curves and squeezable flesh on your now so very womanly exterior, but inside the bone prison of your skull your brain was still very much that of a male, and the thought of finally having sex with your girlfriend was enough to make you forget drive any of the worries or doubts about what you’d volunteered to do for her. Stepping forward, you kissed her deeply as you took her into your arms, feeling your breasts mashing against hers as you took her into your embrace. With the sensitivity of your new endowments the feeling of that touch was awesome, but the contact caused Sandra to pause and draw back in hesitation.

“You know,” She confessed shyly. “I’m not really into girls.” Then she let out a small giggle. “But seeing as it’s just this once, I think I can do this. Besides,” she added as she looked into your eyes. “Knowing it’s really you inside there is actually kind of hot.”

Cupping her hand behind your head she returned her lips to yours, kissing you deeply as she drew you downward onto the couch on top of her. For several minutes the two of you lay there as your tongues probed and twined while your hands explored each other’s bodies, at first hesitantly, then with growing confidence and need.

While the touch of Sandra’s fingers may have lacked the tingling sensation caused by the shape sculpting magical spell of earlier, the feel of them skimming along your skin had a magic all of its own. Every touch, every stroke, every caress, all sent waves of pure ecstasy deep into your core. The feeling was very different from those that resulted from her previous caresses earlier on when you still had your male parts. Back then everything had gone straight to your groin, and the fire it built down there was like stoking a small volcano getting ready to erupt. Now, without your penis soaking up all the attention, the feelings seem more diffuse. You still felt the flames that her caresses brought to your nerves, but instead of stoking that little molten monster dangling between your legs these waves of bliss were fanning flames building in a different spot. One that seemed deeper within your belly. An inferno that grew until you were worried you would melt from shear intensity of it.

At first you worried that the pleasure you were receiving was all one way, and you found yourself wishing you could return the favor, to bestow on to Sandra the same wondrous joy that she was bringing to you. This worry dampened your pleasure, at least untill you realized something. While you knew that you lacked the experience to be a skillful lover (even when you were male you had really had no idea of what you were doing most of the time), Sandra’s body was identical to yours. You probably couldn’t go wrong if you took the moves that made you feel good and copied them back on her.

This proved to be the best idea you’d ever had, and before long the two of you were bringing each other to heights you’d never experienced before, cresting those ridges of release and coasting down the other side, only to start building each other up again once you had regained control of your senses.

Finally you mutually agreed you’d had enough, having lost track of just how many times the pair of you had ridden that roller coaster of ecstasy. Arms and legs intertwined you collapsed into the couch cushions, cuddling while you listened to your partners heartbeat and breathing return to normal.

“Wow!” Sandra said when she had recovered enough that she could talk again. “I didn’t expect that.”

“Thanks.” You smiled back from where you lay by her side as the thin sheen of perspiration coating your nakedness beginning to cool. “I wanted this to be special for you.”

“That it was.” She agreed, her head propped up on one arm as the tip of her finger idly traced random patterns on your stomach. “I’m of half a mind to keep you this way.”

“I’m willing, if that’s what you want.” You reply. The way you felt at the moment you’d probably agree to anything she wanted as long as she promised to take you to that amusement park of carnal bliss again.

Sandra smiled, leaning forward to give you a quick kiss. “The offer is tempting.” She admitted with a sad sigh. “That was the best loving I’ve ever had with either a man or woman. I honestly think you could turn me into a full time lesbian. But...” she trailed off.

“But what?” you ask.

“There are certain things about being a witch,” Sandra continued with another sad sigh.”That you can only learn if you grow up as a girl. If you stay like this I could probably teach you a few of the basics, but in the end you would still be an indifferent magic user at best. And by not growing up as a girl you will always be looking at things with a male brain.” As she spoke her finger continued tracing lines on your stomach, not light enough to tickle, but almost.

“But couldn’t that be changed?” You ask, steadfastly ignoring the traveling finger and the sensations it was causing, at least for now.“Using magic I mean?”

“Spells like that are temporary at best. You can’t really cast them on yourself, even if you managed to reach that level of magic proficiency, so it would be up to me to keep recasting them for you. As well, those kinds of spells are more for the amusement of witches who were designing punishments, so they tend to dissipate at precisely the most awkward of times. For a man to suddenly realizing he is trapped in a woman’s body can be pretty traumatic. I don’t think you’d enjoy the experience of constantly reliving that moment.”

At those last words you realize something. Sandra had said that at the end of everything your essence was supposed to be inside her womb, but instead the two of you were just laying there, pillow talking. Maybe you should mention this.

“Speaking of being in a woman’s body.” You say. “Wasn’t I supposed to be...”

“Oh yes. That was the plan.” Sandra giggled as she threw her leg over you, trapping you against the cushions. “But you seemed to be enjoying yourself so much I didn’t want to interrupt.” As she spoke she slowly walked her fingers up your body. “Then you started to return the favor and I definitely didn’t want to interrupt. And then, well I guess we both got a little carried away.” Her fingers had reached your face, giving your nose a light tap before she rested her palm against your cheek. “Not that I’m going to complain, mind you.“ She said as she leaned in to kiss your lips lightly. “I’ll always remember what you did for me today.” She leaned in for another gently kiss, one that was long and lingering. It contained none of the urgent passion that the two of you had started with, and all of the love you now felt for each other. At last she broke away.

“Now that we’ve had a chance to catch our breath, I’m ready for the last round if you are.” She said as she looked deep into your eyes. “What do you say, lover girl? Are we ready to get me pregnant?”

Will you...
1) Tell her you need a few more minutes to recover. You’re not as used to the intensity of female orgasms as she is.
2) Decide to remain as you are, as her lesbian lover with a male mind.
3) Mention that getting her pregnant requires certain equipment you no longer posses.
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