"Woah!" Boris said in his bubbly new voice as the spell finished, "Awesome!" He unzipped his sweater and looked down at his amazing new tits. He couldn't believe it. The spell they'd found in the library had actually worked and turned him into a girl!
"Damn." Anders stared at his formerly male friend, finding himself a bit turned on. He could feel his mind changing, as new memories emerging along side the old. Because he'd been there when the spell was cast, those old memories would never fade, and the new ones would always be a bit fuzzy. "We should go, we don't want to get caught here." The witches who ran this secret library were supposed to be pretty harsh with intruders.
"Yeah, no, you're right - I just feel so..." Boris felt fuzzy new memories forming in his head too. Memories of playing with those tits and how good they felt. Memories that made his pussy ache and drool. "... sexy." Boris admitted. "Just one minute. Let me get a better look in case I want to use the spellbook to make any more changes."
Anders was about to complain that Boris was hot enough already, but he just stood there dumbly as Boris flashed his tits and pulled down his pants.
"All woman..." Boris smirked up at his friend, the fire between his legs growing more intense.
"Yeah, you're fucking hot! I'd pay to see that!" Anders pointed.
"Oh really?" Boris still felt a little fuzzy. The new reality was supposed to set in quickly, but everything still felt a bit... loose. Ideas and half-memories crowded his mind, but one was getting sharper as he stared at the bulge in his mates pants, "If you'd pay to see, how much would you pay for this?" Boris dropped to his knees in front of his flabbergasted friend.
Anders was fuzzy too as his buddy started sucking his cock. Memories fighting with his old ones, becoming clearer. Memories of doing this before.
"The usual price." Anders said as Bea bobbed up and down on his dick. Anders was conflicted. He was embarassed and shocked that his male buddy Boris was sucking his cock after turning into a chick. But he also remembered his hot friend Bea who he'd paid forty dollars for a blowjob before.
Boris/Bea was similarly embarassed and confused. He was horrified to find his friend's cock so yummy, the act of giving head so arousing. Forty dollars - the number appeared in his memories. He was doing this for forty dollars. He was half-mortified to realize he was doing this for money. The other half thought it was awesome though. Giving head was so much fun. She would have done it for half that amount.
"MMnnhh..." Boris pulled away, too turned on to think clearly, much less to sort out the many memories emerging in his head, "For twice the price you can fuck me." It just seemed like the right thing to say. Boris wanted it - NEEDED it - badly.
Anders, turned on as all hell and fighting with his own confused sets of memories, just grunted and nodded. He'd wanted to fuck Bea so bad, but she'd only ever sucked his cock before.
Boris pushed Anders to the floor, both of them stripping in a frenzy. Boris was so impatient he didn't even try to get his panties off, instead just pushing them aside as he lowered himself onto his friend's cock.
"OOOHHHN!!" Boris moaned loudly, knowing that truly this was his first time ever doing this. Bea's fuzzy memories couldn't trump that newness, wonder, and ecstacy of his aching wet pussy being stuffed with cock for the first time.
Boris's tits bouncing on his chest were strange too. He remembered them only that way - that he'd never had them before - his amazement and awe at them banishing any memory from Bea. This was new. "OOH FUCK!" He squeezed one of them as he bounced up and down on Anders' dick. "FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME!"
Anders crowded memories were sorting a different way. This was new, but not so new. He'd wanted to fuck Bea for ages. Her screaming as she fucked him was driving him wild, but she just wasn't going fast enough and her panties were chaffing him. He was paying to fuck her. He wanted to drive.
Boris wimpered as Anders pulled out of him, but the yawning emptiness was only temporary as Anders ripped off his panties and repositioned behind him. Boris moaned again as Anders plowed into him on his hands and knees.
Every thrust rocked Boris's whole world. His life was the rhythm of those thrusts more than the rhythm of his own beating heart. They fucked and fucked and Boris shuddered and mewled.
He'd turned himself into a girl and he was getting fucked and it was the best thing ever.
And he was getting paid for it.
Boris came when he remembered that, throwing his head back and grabbing as his chest as his whole body spasmed with a pleasure he'd never known.
Anders loved the sound of Bea moaning and cumming. She almost sounded like she was enjoying this more than him, and he wondered why he was paying her.
He'd decided he'd get his moneys worth.
Boris was still trembling as Anders pulled out his him. Everything was a warm, tingling fog, but he was a little sad to suddenly be empty again. When Anders pushed Boris to his knees and stuck his cock in front of Boris's face, Boris knew what was coming. He knew he should be grossed out or pull away, but after the orgasm he'd just had, he was thinking more about how he wanted to do it again than what as a former man he should or shouldn't do.
Boris cupped his breasts and stuck out his tongue. Bea's memories sharpened. This was what Anders was paying for.
Boris gobbled down the sticky mess as it rained onto his face and into his mouth. It turned him on to do it and he wondered if he was already ready to go again. He wondered, but Bea knew.
Only after the euphoric haze had passed did Anders and Boris look at each other and realize what they'd just done. They cleaned up in a hurry and left, neither speaking to each other on the way out. Only when Anders handed Boris his money did Boris know what to say.
He said thank you.
He blushed and felt horny afterwards, Bea's memories coming to the fore. He remembered he did this kind of thing a lot, and liked doing it. Breaking into the library and turning himself into a woman was supposed to just be a fun thing to try. He'd wondered a lot about what it would be like to be a woman. Now he'd turned himself into a whore. And he liked it.
The plan had been that they were going to break back into the library in a week and undo the spell. As far as Boris knew, that was still the plan. In the meantime though he'd be Bea. And Anders wasn't the only gentleman who called on Bea...
Elsewhere, in the library's study, three gorgeous women sat around a mirrored pool, watching Boris/Bea smile as he realized what he'd be doing for most of his time as Bea. The witches cackled, complementing each other on reformulating the spell the two men had cast when they realized the intrusion. They'd thought about turning them into mice, but when they'd realized what Boris was after, they'd decided a different punishment was in order. Or maybe it wasn't a punishment to make Bea a whore, but it certainly wasn't what Boris had originally planned.
One thing the witches were sure of though was that the two men wouldn't be able to break into the library again. Boris was going to be Bea for the rest of his days.