"“Wait… why am I still a woman?” My voice comes out soft, breathy. nothing like the deep rumble I used to have as Alex. I shift on the stool, feeling my round ass cheeks spread against the seat, the thin thong riding up between my slick folds. A frustrating pulse of heat throbs in my pussy at the motion, making me squeeze my thighs together. God, I hate how easily this body gets wet.
“The coin vanished, Amy. It should have worked!”
I lean over the coffee shop counter. my full, heavy breasts spilling forward against the tight pink tank top, nipples already stiffening into hard little peaks from the cool air and the way the fabric rubs them. My wavy red hair tumbles messily over one shoulder, and I bite my plump lower lip in confusion, those big green eyes wide and pleading as I stare at Amy across from me.
Amy just stares, her cheeks flushing as her eyes drop to my cleavage for a split second before she looks away. I keep rambling, gesturing with my manicured hands—black nails clicking nervously.
“Come on, we had three wishes, right? First you wished I was a lesbian. Then boom, suddenly I’m Lexi with this long red hair, these huge, sensitive tits that jiggle every time I move, and a tight little pussy. Then you wished I was passionate and talented when it comes to oral sex because, yeah, we couldn’t fuck like we used to when I had a cock. And fuck… I did love it. I made you squirt four times in five minutes, my tongue swirling over your swollen clit, lapping up every drop while my own cunt dripped down my thighs. Eating you out now felt as good as getting blown. Heck better. This body craves it.”
I pause, feeling my nipples throb harder at the memory, a shameful slickness coating my inner lips.
“Then it was my turn for the last wish,” I continue, voice trembling. “I said it clear as day: ‘I wish I wasn’t a lesbian anymore!’ Just like the plan, I turn back into Alex. keep the pussy eating skills as a fun bonus for both you and me, and we’d go back to pounding away like before. Win-win. But look at me!” I stand up abruptly, the motion making my hips sway seductively, my firm ass bouncing in these tiny shorts. I cup my heavy breasts, lifting them slightly, feeling their soft weight spill over my small hands as my thumbs accidentally brush the stiff nipples. A jolt of pleasure shoots straight to my clit, making me gasp. “Still got these fat tits. Still got this fat, jiggly ass. Still got this needy, dripping pussy instead of my dick. Why the hell didn’t it work?”
Amy’s eyes fill with tears, her lower lip quivering.
“Lexi…” she whispers finally. “I think it did work”
“What do you mean it worked?” I demand, leaning closer, my cleavage practically in her face now, the scent of my arousal faint but unmistakable.
“Think about how you worded it, baby,” she says, voice cracking.
I replay it in my head, frowning. “Wish one: Alex is a lesbian-poof, sexy redhead dyke body. Wish two: Lexi is a passionate, skillful lover when it comes to oral sex. who loves it more than anything—yeah, I came just from tasting you, my clit throbbing while I tongue-fucked you senseless. Wish three: I wish I wasn’t a lesbian anymore. Crickets. Nothing.
- Lesbian.
- Oral sex master.
- Not a lesbian. Should have been simple but something went wrong.”
Amy sobs softly. "You’re… you’re not a lesbian anymore, Lexi.”
I blink, still not getting it, my tiny waist twisting as I shift uncomfortably, feeling my thong soak through.
“But I’m literally wearing a thong under these shorts, Amy. My pussy’s soaking just from arguing with you. I’m clearly still—”
“Not all women who love giving head… are lesbians, sweetie,”
she chokes out, tears streaming down her face.
I look back confused "Well duh but what does that..." the realization hits me like a truck.
My knees buckle slightly, and I grip the counter, my manicured fingers trembling.
Lexi kept her new love and talent for oral. and she was forced to keep her new sexy body too. But one things for sure, no matter how much she'd fight her new desures, she was definitely NOT a lesbian anymore.
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