This is part two of a transformation story about a man that sees a fortune teller. He is given one wish and uses it to turn himself into a girl. A dream that he never realized he ever wanted. He tries to adjust to his new life and all the things that come along with being a woman. Please read "Immersion of Emery Mae: The Wish", before you read this one.
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Dream
Sleep washes over me as I fall softly into dreamland. At first there is nothing, but then visions start to fill my mind as I am walking around as a woman. This is a different experience due to the fact that I am a man and have always had dreams from a male perspective, but it is not in a way bad. I am walking down the street. My heels click and clack on the pavement below, my dress and hair blow in the warm spring breeze. I catch all these eyes taking in my appearance from different men, and even some women. Most of the looks from these men are filled with lust. While others just can't help but look at me. Their looks send chills up my spine and the attention makes me feel like the most important person in the world. I catch the gaze of a really attractive man who is with another woman. I smile and give him a wink in a flirtatious way, that lets him know he is hot. Then I keep making my way down the street. I hear the woman that he is with getting mad at him for looking at me, and I can't help but giggle.
The vision now shifts as I am on a beach wearing a sexy bikini. I am posing for a handsome white man with blonde hair. He is holding a camera in his hand as the wind from the sea blows my long hair around. I smile and flirt with the man behind the lens as he does the same to me. His camera clicks away as other people stand behind him assisting him in his work. He does nothing but praise my beauty as you can feel my joy and happiness beaming in all directions. I flaunt and show off my body to the camera knowing that my image is being enjoyed.
After the shoot he finds me in my dressing room. He takes me into his arms and kisses me deeply. I melt in his arms as he begins to undo the string to my white robe. I let my robe fall to the ground, exposing my naked body to him. His hands roam hungrily over my smooth soft skin. He lifts me up and sets my bare ass on top of my vanity, as I feel a tube of mascara sitting between my cheeks. I begin to undo his pants to expose his cock as I stroke it to life. Our lips are locked together and our tongues dance like two wild children that ate too much sugar. Excitement grows in my body as his hands play with my nipples. His cock begins to swell in my hands as his excitement grows as well. He hardens as he moans in my mouth with every stroke that I make with my hand. My heart races and pounds in my chest, knowing that he is feeling pleasure from me. I spread my legs and wrap my ankles around his thighs. He pulls himself into me as I guide his cock to my wet pussy that is aching to be filled. My mouth drops open and I moan as the tip of his hard penis spreads me open to make a new home for itself. I grab hold of him tightly as he begins to rock and pump into me. He makes love to me hard and deeply. We both climax as our bodies are pressed together in pleasure.
Now I am on another set, shooting for an underwear ad. I am wearing a sexy set of black lacy lingerie with a white backdrop. I move and show off for the camera like I did before, but this time I look sultrier and less flirty. I move for the camera as I see the cast bring out another man in a white robe. He is black with a shaved head. He removes his robe to reveal that he is wearing a black set of briefs. His body is muscular and hairless. My eyes lock onto his body for a moment and lose concentration. I am brought back as the photographer gets my attention, but by then it is too late, the black man has already seen me checking him out. I spend a few more minutes shooting solo shots before they bring the man out to stand with me. He introduces himself and I catch a glimpse of his huge package that is tucked tightly into his briefs. No wonder they picked him. His privates make the underwear look fantastic. I look back up to his face and he is now wearing a huge grin on his face. We do the shot together as they have us holding one another. At one point he was behind me and I could feel his bulge rub against my lower back. This causes my heart to race as my nipples are now clearly poking in my black bra. I do my best to move on, but his touch sends chills all through my body. Our joint shoot is over, and I rush off the set to let him do his solo with the crew.
I find myself on my knees pulling down his pants in the alleyway behind the studio. He is standing over me with his hands on his waist watching me. I lower his pants and remove a huge black cock. The tip is a shade lighter than the rest of his shaft. The scent of his manhood fills my nose and starts to drive me crazy with lust. I grab hold around his thick shaft as I start to stroke it in my dainty white hand. I look up at him and see him looking down at me with hunger and lust in his eyes. While I keep my eyes locked onto his, I start to kiss and lick his cock. He just watches me, as the taste of his dick dances on my tongue. I feel is cock twitch to life with my kisses, which I follow by taking his tip into my hungry mouth and suck on it. This causes his head to lean back and a moan to escape his lips while his hands are still placed at his hips. I suck on his huge cock, which fills my whole mouth. His moans and looks fill me with pride and excitement. I continue to stay on my knees and worship his dick with all the passion of my soul. He moans and groans in pleasure. That is soon followed by ropes of cum flooding my mouth and coating my tongue. The taste is salty and bitter but is still the best taste that I can imagine. I suck him dry of all his cum, swallowing down every drop. Then as soon as he is done, he puts his cock back in his pants. He gives me a wink and leaves me there on my knees with a little bit of his cum at the corner of my mouth. I feel like a total slut and it makes me happy.
A wish comes true
I wake in the morning to the sound of my cell phone buzzing on my nightstand. I turn over in my bed to ignore the sound of someone trying to wake me from my restful sleep. As I turn over, I feel something tickle my face. I reach up out of the sheets to wipe the feeling away but find a handful of hair between my fingers and my face. That is weird. I sit up and open my eyes to find that the hair has moved with me. I peak thought the strands of dark brown hair to find that I am still in my room, as light from the windows fills the room. I fumble to move the hair out of my face only to find that it is attached to my head. I then notice a strange weight hanging from my chest as I am now sitting up, and it seems to move and flow with the movement of my body. I move my hands to my chest and touch the t-shirt that I fell asleep in, finding two new objects that seem to be underneath it. What!?!? Are these breasts? I give them a grab as I get handfuls of squishy flesh that sends tingles through my body. The sensation startles me as I let go of the strange objects on my chest.
I try to slide out of bed, but my body is moving in a different way. My legs and arms all feel weaker but more flexible. My feet hit the floor, as my basketball shorts feel a lot bigger now. They still hold on to my hips, but they hang on my body in a baggy fashion. I look down at my feet and notice how much smaller they are. They are even very feminine. I look at my hands and they are the same way.
"Oh my god. It worked." My voice surprises me as I clasp my hand to my mouth. It sounded so feminine and girly. With that I dart into my bathroom.
Everything looks a little different, but I can't put a finger on why. When I get into the bathroom and look into the mirror. I look at a lower position in the mirror then what I am used to and see a gorgeous woman looking back at me. She has really long dark brown hair that comes down to her bust. Her eyes are green with specks of brown in them. This woman is so beautiful that she could be a model. I move around then realize that she is moving with me and my mouth drops open. My eyes get as big as golf balls and I am in total shock. That beautiful woman is me. I can't believe it, as I begin to play with my hair and inspect all my facial features. Everything is softer and rounder. My chin, nose and cheeks aren't as rigid or square. They are all round and pleasant to look at. My eyes even have become rounder with thinner eyebrows that have more curve to them. I touch my face and feel my softer skin under the touch of my smaller and more delicate hands.
That is when I take a closer look at my hands. My nails are longer, and the nail beds have a rounder shape. My knuckles aren't nearly as bulgy and now have smooth lines. My arms have less hair and less muscle than they did before. I follow my arms to my chest inspect the two shirt covered mounds that I had touched earlier. They seem to stick out from my chest a few inches. My head spins around thinking about the full-length closet mirror that I have in my bedroom. I race to the bedroom to get a better look at all the changes that occurred.
When I reach the mirror, there is the same gorgeous woman again looking back at me. It is hard to tell all the changes to my body with all my clothes on besides how much shorter I am now, so I pull my shirt up over my head. My hair flows and drapes over my shoulder as I drop the shirt to the floor. My perky breast with quarter size nipples hangs on my chest like two full water balloons. Below that sits a nice trim toned belly with a narrow waist. All the hair that had once rested in these areas are now gone.
My now wider hips hold on to my shorts as I look to be swimming in them. I push them off my hips, and as they get over the widest part of my hips, they just slink to the floor at my ankles. A small patch of dark brown pubic hair sits over my pubic bone where my cock once rested. Every trace of my average sized penis is now gone. My legs are now shorter and have less hair. I turn sideways in the mirror and notice how much thicker my thighs are. They sit just below a heart shaped rump that has some bubble to it but is not overly big. I look back down at my feet and to see smaller daintier feet. The toes and shape of my foot are softer, just like my hands. I turn back to the mirror and look to see if I can find anything left over of my old self.
I inspect every line, bump and rise on my face and can't find a single thing. My hair is the same color but is far longer than I would have ever had it as a man. I get closer and look into my own eyes. There I am. Those are my eyes. The green irises with small specks of gold lined in random places. Those are the eyes that I have known my whole life. It gives me some comfort to know that one thing is still the same.
