When I arrived, the person who opened the door was most certainly *not* my girlfriend. Instead it was, *a man*. A tall handsome young man. But the longer I looked, I started to feel like I'd seen him before. Those eyes, that freckle on the left cheek. Wait...it couldn't be. "Daniella?" She sat me down and explained. Merlin's Wizard College was the best in the world. She'd been ecstatic when she got in. But it was also extremely old-fashioned, and had one ironclad rule for admissions. No women allowed. So when Daniella was accepted she faced a simple choice, go to a lesser school, or...innovate. Needless to say, she had never been one for quitting. Finally she admitted that she'd been transforming herself into a man for nearly ever day of her four years at Merlin's. The only exceptions were her days back home with me, or else some voice charms when we were speaking on the phone. My head was swimming. My girlfriend had been living as a man for most of four years, and I never knew a thing about it. My cute little Daniella, now standing more than 6 feet tall. No sign of her tits or her pretty face. Instead there was stubble on her chin. And I tried not to think about what was between her legs. And what was now between mine. "Ok, so you had to do it get an education," I stammered, "But what does any of this have to do with me? Why am I a girl all of a sudden?" "Because babe, I'm about to graduate and I wanted to invite you to the graduation ball. But everyone here knows me as *Damian.* So if you're going to go as my date that means...you have to go as a girl." "No..." I tried to put up a fight. But she'd already picked out a dress and everything. I wondered how she knew my size, and then I remembered...magic. I pouted at my pretty shape in the mirror. How the red made my lips pop. And the heels made my legs even more shapely. Diana used her magic to shift the fabric, twisting it to her liking. I was her pretty little living doll. Helpless to resist as she tweaked my look to meet her imagination. I was Emma for the time being.
The night of the ball arrived. I'd been preened and glossed by hand and by magic. And now I was a perfect vision of femininity. Some of Diana's friends came over and greeted her as "Damian". I was sure one of them would see through the magic and know I was a man. I was horrified at the very thought of it. When one of them wolfishly looked me up and down and said. "You did a good job with her Damian, you could hardly even tell she used to be a man." I froze, my heart dropping to my stomach. I felt horribly exposed.
"Excuse me?" I played dumb. "Well you're Ethan right? Damian's told us all about you. Or sorry, I suppose you know him as *Diana*," they laughed, "You look beautiful by the way." My cheeks were on fire as my male ego flashed with rage. I thought this was all some secret stunt. Now I find out she had me out in skirts in public, and everyone knew about it? "Babe," I whispered in her ear, "What's going on? I thought you said girl's weren't allowed at Merlin's?" "Oh, they're not. Or at least woman aren't allowed to attend classes, *as women*. Merlin himself cursed the school to enforce the policy. But the modern faculty has nothing against women attending. Half of my classmates are promising young witches in drag for a four year stint." I was furious. "So you're telling me everyone here knows you're really a woman, and you still made play the part of your girlfriend? You turned me into a woman, when you could've just brought me as a man and introduced me as your guest? I can't believe you made me wear a dress!" A darkness grew in her face that I did not recognize. For an instant all the shades of Daniella that I recognized were gone. And now there was only *Damian*. Something in my shrieking and insolence had set him off. And he flicked his wrist, as sparks flew my direction. "I'm sorry you don't like the dress Emma, would you prefer I got rid of it?" I looked down, and to my horror, I was naked. My tits bared for all to see. My hairy little pussy puckered between my legs in front of all the world. People gasped. Others hollered. And someone even whistled. I wanted to scream.
"Please, Diana, give me back my clothes." "You mean *Damian*?" "Yes, please, Damian, just do it. I'm sorry." "So you like the dress? You think it's pretty? I knew you'd like it." "Yes," I squirmed, trying to cover myself before all the prying eyes, "I love the pretty red dress, it's cute, it's perfect. I love my dress so much, just please-" The air shifted, and I was back. I gasped, redfaced, expecting all eyes to still be on me. But then I realized, she hadn't actually stripped away my clothes. It had all been in my mind. The shame and vulnerability had felt all too real just the same. She pulled me close and whispered in my ear. A masculine growl that left little of the submissive Daniella I once had known. "Promise me you'll be a good girl from now on?" He took my hand, and I leaned into him instinctively. I felt suddenly tiny, helpless, and delectably *soft* next to him. My curves pushing up against him as I bowed my head. Then accepted my fate for the rest of the night. "Yes," I mewled, "I'll be a good girl." We posed for the camera. And I was the picture of sweet submissive femininity.
Later that night after the festivities were over we went back to her room and all I wanted to do was sleep. The charm would expire after 24 hours, and I hoped to sleep away as much of that as I could. But still, the humiliations continued. Damian insisted on a frilly little nightgown that lifted my tits and was almost completely see through. I hated it. But by then I knew better than to resist him.
He cuddled up next to me in bed, and I tried to shift away to avoid the feeling of his bulk pressing against me. Especially the thing between his legs I was truly desperate to ignore. But he pulled up close to me again, and there was tenderness in his eyes. "Thanks for doing this for me," he said, "It means a lot. I know it wasn't easy for you. Being my girl. So thank you. It's been a dream of mine for a while. I spend so much time in this body so it's just...it's good to have you here being a part of it. Thank you...Ethan." I smiled. "Of course. I'd do anything for you babe." He put a hand on my face, and the skin was warm. Strong. His musk filled my nose as I breathed him in and he pulled close. "You really are beautiful by the way," he looked deep in my eyes, "I know you don't like it. But it suits you. I can't take my eyes off of you." I blushed profusely. "Thank you. I think?" He scootted closer and I didn't move away. "You know how I said I've spent all this time in this body," he went on, "I realized I've ever never actually, *kissed* anyone as a man. So do you think I could..." "You want to kiss me?" "Yes. Please?" I thought about. And I think I may even have batted my eyelashes. I tried not to think about it, but being so close to him was clearly having an affect on me. I might not like it, but my body clearly had thoughts of its own about being in bed with a tall, handsome man. I shifted my hips to brace against the gooey heat building in my stomach. And I smiled. It was only a kiss...right? "Ok," I relented, "One kiss but-" Before I could say another word, he was on top of me. His lips pressing down against mine as I felt his tongue caress the edge of my mouth. And my eyes fluttered with delight.
His hand moved up to caress my face. His strength holding me down as his tongue toyed with me, peeling pleasure for my lips. And I moaned for him. The simple delight of it too much for me. He was kissing me...like his woman. And I liked it.
Finally he grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. I gasped, but his lips drowned my shock as my body fell into to its appointed role. His strength pinned me down against the mattress. One leg pressed between my thighs. And I squirmed against the growing hardness I felt pressed against me.
He pulled away and left me gasping. Before I could say another word, he was on his feet and pulling off his clothes. I didn't know what to say. But he begged. He wanted to see me naked. Just to *see* me. And only once. I'd be a man tomorrow, he insisted. So just tonight. Couldn't he see me naked? I bit my lip in mute protest. My legs playing against the soft silk of the sheets. I stripped for him. And my eyes glanced down as he did the same for me.
He got on top of me. His manhood fully erect now as he took his place above me. I gasped a tiny protest. But it caught in my throat as his strong hands moved up my hips, and took my pert tits in their powerful grasp. I leaned back in helpless surrender, my body curling for him. Becoming more and more a woman in his hands as he toyed with my flesh and broke me with pleasure. He growled as my nipples went hard. "I knew you'd like this."
No. It wasn't true. I didn't like this. I didn't want his powerful hands on my perky little body, but there it was. My legs bowed wide as I felt a slick and needy feeling growing there. A dread grew in my chest as I realized what it meant. I was wet. And the smell of my need was filling the air. I was a woman. And my body desperately wanted to be fucked.
He flipped my legs back above my head and pressed his cock against the slick lips of my womanhood. In an instant I was helpless. Literally bent over myself, with my gash pressed against his throbbing cock. There was desperation in my eyes.
"Wait," I cooed, "We can't. Please." The hunger in my voice betrayed me as I bit back a moan. He saw it. And I saw there was a beast growing in his eyes. A man, where once there had been a girl. His cock pressed against me. "I've had a dick for four years," he growled, "And I've never got to use. I've been saving it for you baby so please...just this once." I don't know if it was the magic, or my mind flooding with hormones. But something about that idea felt strangely romantic. He'd been waiting all that time, just for me. And besides, I thought as waves of pleasure and need crested my body, what was the harm in a little fun. "Be my girl," he said, "Just for the night." I nodded quickly. "Ok," I begged, "Just once." He pushed in without another word.
I moaned like a bitch for him. I was sure he was about to split me in two. But just as I thought I couldn't take any more, my body relented, accepting his length as I stopped fighting. And gave in to the strength of his domination. His cock pushing deeper inside as it set my curves into rhythmic gyrations.
"You like that don't you," he grabbed my legs and forced them wider, "You like that don't you, you sexy little bitch." I moaned, helpless against his domination. "Yeaaah," I cried out in my throaty soprano, "I like it." "You were always meant for this," he pushed further, his hands growing subtly hot against my skin as I broke for him deeper and deeper, "You never knew it, but you were always meant to be my girl."
I wasn't sure what his words meant, but they settled deep in my brain as his manhood plunged into every recess of my mind. I felt his pace slowing, and I clung against his rod desperate for more. But then I recognized the tightness in his face. And the twitching in his cock. "Wait," I moaned, realizing I was a woman now, and everything that entailed, "Don't cum inside me." "You're sure?" he chuckled, "I think it would be kind of hot." His hands glowed warm against my skin once again.
"Just imagine," he went on, "If I cum inside you, and fill you up with my seed, then you'll really be all mine." I looked down, and saw his white mess was already leaking out of me. "Wait..."
"And then," he growled, "I'd get to watch you grow all thick and curvy for me as you carry my child. Doesn't that sound hot? You with milky tits and a pregnant belly. My sexy little baby mama. All because you were too horny to tell me not to nut inside you?" I saw it in my mind. Strappy heels and a tight dress. He'd be showing me around town. His curvy little lover with a bun in the oven. Nearly ready to burst.
Suddenly I was back in the bedroom. My legs over my head as his cock slammed into me, dominating my mind. Making it impossible to think. And his hand still warm to the touch. I felt myself slipping away. Any idea of my own life or manhood fading by the moment. I mewed in protest. "No, please," I moaned, "Don't cum inside me. Don't make me-" "Ok," he relented with a smile, "So what do you want?"
His hand glowed warm against my side. "Do you want me to spray your tits? Would you like that *Emma*? Isn't that right, you're the type of girl who loves to be covered in cum. I saw it all in my mind's eye. Felt it as the warm slick covered me. Humiliating me as it sprayed across my tits, and even onto my face. But somehow...I loved that humiliation. It felt right that he'd marked me. Claimed me. Made me *his*.
I was back in the bed again. His hands were on my throat now, is domination absolute. I was nothing but his bitch. His plaything and desperate little fucktoy. I wanted to resist. But in that moment I loved it too much. He growled in my ear, and I loved his domination. "So what'll it be Emma? Tits...or Pussy?"
"Pleaseee," I cried with my last ounce of fight, begging for the lesser of two humiliations, "Just pull out. Cum on meee." He laughed at how quickly I'd broken. "Alright babe, if you insist." The salty spray splashed across my stomach, pooling in my belly button as the waves of pleasure began to fade. He watched as the light came back to my eyes, and hints of the man I had been returned. Just as my pussy began to throb for the cock it now desperately missed. And my cheeks turned red in shame at what I had just done.
I rushed to the bathroom to was off the slick of his manly spunk. Thankfully Damian didn't join me. It was getting harder to think of him as the same person as my delicate little Diana. He was all brute domination. And now, I was the one so quick to relent. To beg for the easy way out. I washed away the sticky ooze. And couldn't wait for the release of tomorrow.
But for now I cleaned my curves and shampooed my hair. And through it all there was some lingering doubt. I hated to admit it, but my body was...desperate for more. And then there were those flashes of inspiration Damian had pushed into my mind. *Motherhood*. *Submission*. In the moment they had seemed almost impossible to resist. As I lingered on the thought, felt that warmth spreading between my legs once again.
As I dried off and drifted to sleep, Damian was already snoring. But I couldn't stop thinking about him. His strength. And how good it felt to be pinned down beneath it. As I drifted to sleep, I felt my pussy grow slick at the idea of him. And I hoped desperately to have my own cock back between my legs tomorrow.
The next morning, I dressed in the skimpy skirt that was set out for me, but took joy in the thought it was the last skirt I would be wearing for a long time. Hopefully forever. I went to the kitchen and Damian was already drinking coffee. I went to join him. But he raised a hand to stop me. "Babe, before you get too comfortable. There's something I should tell you. I got a job offer last week. And it's in *my* name, I applied as Damian. So I'll be staying this way for the foreseeable future." My heart dropped. "Oh-ok," I stammered, suddenly unsure, "I'm happy for you but, I think that means we'll have to break up. I can't date a guy." He shook his head sadly. "See, I was afraid you'd say that." He swished his wrist, and a choker necklace materialized around my neck.
I yelped involuntarily, embarrassed at the sound as a wave of magic passed through me. But nothing had changed. "What did you do?" I yelled. "Oh nothing. That amulet just extends you're current charm indefinitely. Now you'll stay a woman as long as you're wearing it. Now just to hide it in the shadow realm..." Just as I reached up to remove the amulet, his hand swished again, and just like that it was gone. As if it had never been there. "How dare you!" I cried, "That was my life you just stole." "You'll get over it. You're a wizard's girl now, compared to that there's nothing in your old life that's worth worrying about. Speaking of which, I think a wizard's girl needs a bit of a wardrobe upgrade. Wouldn't you agree?" My clothes rearranged in a flash. All of this was happening too fast for me to react. A minute ago I'd been planning on getting my dick back by this evening. Now I was swaddled in a prissy skirt. The sort of outfit I would now presumably be wearing...forever.
"You are so fucking hot," he growled and got to his feet. I backed away, but he snapped his fingers, and just like that we were back in his bedroom. My body breaking for him as he plowed deep inside, and broke every corner of my mind. I tried to fight back. But all that came out was a scream, desperate for more. "You're cute," he grunted, "I hope you keep that fight. I like to be reminded what you were. What I've taken from you. But for now...*Emma*...What'll it be?" I felt his cock tensing inside of me and I tried to pull away. "Pussy or tits?"
"Pussy?" I saw him cumming inside of me as his hands spread their familiar warmth, the magic flooding over me as I felt the satisfaction of what it was to be *filled*. *No. I was a man. I wasn't this. Not his cumdump. Not his...*
I saw myself, as a mother-soon-to-be. My body grown bodacious as my curves grew for him. My body plumping to luscious womanhood as I readied to bear him a child. And nurse his heir to full strength. His cock plunged in and out. Breaking my mind more with every thrust.
"Or tits?" The warmth spread again, and I saw myself laid back in perfect satisfaction. As he plowed his cock between my huge tits. Enlarged with magic of course, to bolster my pride and increase his pleasure. *No. Not like this. I'm more than just his plaything. More than just-" I felt the slick coat my skin and pool among my curves. Loving every moment as he *claimed me*. As his seed flowed over my body. And made me his.
The warmth faded as the cock pounded deep inside me relentlessly. I was moaning like a bitch in heat. And there was nothing less. Just single drop of fight remained as he taunted me one last time. "What'll it be Emma...pussy...or tits." I felt his rod tightening, ready to loose its load. I wouldn't play his game. Wouldn't be the thing he wanted me to be. But then he'd just fuck me deep and raw and make me a money. So I bit my lip, and with my last ounce of rebellion I screamed. "Please...Cum on my face." He laughed at my meager victory as he pulled out his cock, and leveled a massive load across my pretty face. Even worse, a hand grabbed my arm, that familiar warmth spreading as he corrupted my mind. Making me love the submission and utter humiliation of having my face covered in his sticky ooze.
I bit my lip as the pleasure overwhelmed me for the final time. And I became in that moment and forever. *Emma*. Her little whore. The Wizard's Wench. The plaything he would love to torment and fuck and defile. And as I broke, I couldn't help but smile. Relishing my tiny victory as it crumbled to total defeat. "I hate you so much for making me do that...and making it feel so good."