A Chance Encounter with A Witch

This is a fictional story, as are all my stories, in a parallel universe. Please comment, it helps to encourage me to write more stories.

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Rob was well into his run when he noticed that his shoelace needed tying. He stopped in a remote spot on the path and knelt to tie his shoelace. Someone bumped into him and he stood up.

"Sorry," said Rob, automatically.

Rob stared at the woman who had bumped into him. She was stunningly beautiful: she had pale skin with black, wavy hair; she was wearing a full-length, skin-tight dress; the colour was dark green or black and seemed to iridesce between the two.

"Hello, my name's Rob," said Rob. "You're very beautiful."

The woman narrowed her eyes and asked, "So how do you expect me to react to that?"

"You could tell me your name and we could see what develops from there," suggested Rob, with one of his best smiles.

"Really?" said the woman, with a smile. "Just like that we're friends?"

"Seems reasonable to me," answered Rob, still smiling.

The woman laughed, which Rob took as hopeful, but then the woman said, "My name's Wendy and you need to learn about women."

Rob was disappointed. He was hoping that he might get to know this beautiful woman, in an intimate way, but her comment dashed his hopes.

Wendy touched Rob's arm. Rob became hopeful again but then he felt a bit vague. He thought that he heard Wendy say something about wanking, cumming till you can't and sleeping, but he wasn't sure.

Wendy stepped away from Rob and said, "Your shoelace is untied."

Rob looked at his shoelace. He was sure that he'd just tied it. He knelt, again, to tie his shoelace and when he looked up, Wendy was gone. He thought he caught a glimpse of her disappearing into the bush of dense tea trees. Maybe there was a hidden path there.

Rob said, "It's double knots for you," as he tied his shoelace.

Rob stood up and approached the spot where Wendy disappeared but he couldn't see any access through the scrub. Maybe a wombat could push it's way through there, but he wasn't going to try.

Rob continued his run. He felt invigorated so he added two more kilometres to his usual three kilometre run. He returned home, drank about half a litre of cool water, stripped of his tee shirt, shorts and boxer-shorts and stepped into a warm shower.

Rob laid in bed thinking of touching Wendy's beautiful body. He thought about slowly helping her out of her long dress whilst kissing her milky-white, soft skin. Maybe there was a zipper at the back that he could slowly unzip.

Rob felt his erection developing as he imagined sensually touching Wendy's body. He stroked his erection. He felt fatigued, probably because of the extra two kilometres that he ran. He dozed off to sleep.

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Rob dozed. It was dark. He must have fallen asleep whilst masturbating. He was still randy. He imagined he was spooning a beautiful woman, maybe Wendy. His hands cupped her breasts.

Rob gently caressed the woman, he didn't want to wake her, but he wanted to stimulate her. He gently pinched her nipples and he felt her body shiver. He kept nipping her nipples between his forefingers and thumbs, as he cupped and caressed her breasts. He felt her body twitch and her nipples further harden. He felt good.

Rob kept dreaming. He slowly glided his right hand down the woman's belly until he reached her hairy, pubic mound. He paused there, gently caressing with his fingertips, waiting for her to become more receptive to his intentions.

Rob felt the woman move her legs apart allowing, and encouraging, Rob to access her very wet folds. Rob avoided touching the woman's clitoris. He slowly slid his index finger along the outside the woman's labia, towards her vaginal opening. He then slowly brushed his finger across her vaginal opening causing her body to tremble. The woman spread her legs wider to give Rob easier access.

Rob was slightly lucid. This was one of the most erotic dreams that he'd ever had. He hoped that he wouldn't wake up before its full completion.

Rob slowly slid the pad of his right, index finger between the woman's vaginal opening and the tip of her clitoris. He didn't touch either, keeping her on edge. She was producing a lot of lubricant, which helped Rob's finger slowly and gently move.

Rob could feel the woman's excitement. He stopped tweaking the woman's nipple. Her body trembled. He slowly moved his left hand towards the woman's groin. He wondered if she was ready? She certainly seemed very willing. He took the chance and joined his left index finger to his other finger. She sighed and Rob felt very aroused.

Rob touched his right, index finger to the woman's clitoris. Her whole body shook. He placed the pad of his finger on the hood of her clitoris. The woman sighed. Rob very slowly and gently rubbed the middle of the woman's clitoris in a circular motion. The woman's body trembled.

Rob gently pushed his left, index finger against her vaginal opening. The woman tilted her pelvis forwards and Rob took this as encouragement to keep going. He slipped his finger into her vagina. She was so wet and slippery. Rob instinctively found the woman's G-spot and gently fingered it. The woman undulated her hips in time with Rob's finger movements. Rob heard the woman sighing as she thrust against his finger.

Rob increased the speed with which he rubbed her clitoris, but he didn't press any harder. He was circulating her clitoris with a feather-touch. Rob seemed to know exactly how much pressure and speed to stimulate her clitoris for maximum response. The woman's body tensed and then shuddered as her vagina squeezed his finger. Rob felt wonderful in helping this woman have her first orgasm in his dream.

Rob felt that the woman needed more inside her. He slipped his middle finger inside her and used both fingers to stimulate her G-spot. The woman's body trembled as he stimulated her. Shortly, the woman came again and Rob felt her whole body jerking.

Rob knew it was time to up the ante. He spontaneously knew what she wanted, no, needed. Rob pushed a third finger into her vagina. He concentrated his middle finger on her G-spot as he used his index and ring fingers to rub the side walls of her vagina. The woman gasped. Rob rubbed the side of his right, index finger along the woman's clitoris and rapidly rubbed it.

The woman convulsed in orgasm, no, orgasms. She continued to come as Rob fingered her. Somehow, Rob was able to continue fingering her as she spread her legs wider and rolled onto her back. Rob loved helping her come. He felt her body convulsing as he fingered her. Her body shuddered time and time again as she orgasmed. She squirted on his hands adding more lubricant to his ministrations. Moments later, she was having one, big, continuous orgasm.

Rob could feel the electricity of this woman's body as she continuously came. His fingers pleasured her without him thinking. He revelled in the woman's intense pleasure. Her climax stimulated his own mind. Her incessant orgasm pumped vitality into his body. His hands moved with her body to give her pleasure. His fingers became part of her as she used them to fulfil her ecstasy.

Rob became lost in pleasuring this woman in his dream. He felt the release of her essence as she perpetually climaxed. He felt the woman relinquish and pass out. He fell into deep slumber as she lost consciousness.

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Rob awoke. It was daylight. He must have slept through the whole night. He didn't even have dinner.

Rob remembered his dream. It must have been a wet dream because the sheets were wet. Surprisingly, he didn't have a morning hard-on, maybe it wasn't surprising considering his dream was wet.

Rob didn't climb out of bed, he jumped out of bed. He was so invigorated. Maybe it was the longer run? Maybe he should run further everyday? Or maybe it was that wet dream he had.

Rob looked at his naked body in his full length mirror. He didn't have his usual morning hard-on. He wasn't surprised after the wet dream that he had last night. He didn't mind. Having wet dreams, like the one he had last night, would be much better that the usual morning wank.

Rob looked at the sheets. Boy, was that a wet dream. He'd never ejaculated that much in his life. He'd have to wash the sheets, but it was worth it. Maybe he should fall asleep wearing a condom?

Rob stripped the bed. It was Saturday, the day he usually did his washing. Today he had two loads to wash.

Rob dressed in tracksuit pants and a tee shirt, and had a quick breakfast. Most people, in this block of flats, had their own washing machines and didn't use the laundry, but there were a few, like him, who didn't own, or couldn't afford a washing machine, so they used the building's laundry, and if he didn't get there early, he'd have to wait for one of the two, commercial, washing machines to be free. Rob was lucky, he loaded both washing machines with his clothes and sheets and checked his phone.

A beautiful woman, roughly his age, came into the laundry with her laundry basket. She looked disappointed that there wasn't a spare washing machine. Rob felt a little guilty, using both washing machines, so he said, "I won't be long. They're nearly finished. My name's Rob, by the way."

The woman gave him a curt look and then centred her attention on her phone. Rob felt his penis twitch as he took furtive glances at the woman.

Rob's washing finished and he loaded his washing into one of the two driers. He set the timer on his watch and watched the woman's scantily clad backside, as she loaded her washing into one of the recently vacated washing machines.

Rob decided to return to his flat. He'd easily get a quick wank in before his clothes finished drying. He took off his clothes and laid on his bed. He thought about the woman in the laundry. He imagined her bending over the washing machine. He imagined her pretty butt and started to get hard.

Rob played with his erection as he imagined thrusting into the pretty woman, whilst she was bent over the washing machine. Maybe the machine's spin cycle would turn her on? It didn't matter, he was getting closer to coming from his fantasy. He came.

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Rob woke up to his alarm. He must have fallen asleep after his wank. He sat up. Something was wrong. His chest felt heavy. He looked at his chest. His eyes opened wide. He had tits!

Rob jumped out of bed and looked at his reflection in the full-length mirror. He was a she? This was crazy! He pinched his forearms. It hurt, but he still stayed a woman. He pinched himself multiple times and harder each time but he didn't changed back into a man. He must be dreaming like he dreamed last night. Or was it a dream? Was he the woman that he was fingering in his, supposed, dream?

Rob thought of what Wendy said. Something like 'Wank when hard to be a woman. Come till you can't, to be a man. Sleep to change.' That was exactly what he did last night. He touched his hard-on, fell asleep and then, maybe imagined, that he was a woman. He then fingered that woman until she couldn't come any more, fell asleep and became a man. Is that what happened?

Rob looked at his forearms. They were bruised. Rob's alarm reminded him that he had to remove his washing from the drier. If he didn't, someone would pull out his clothes to use the drier. He threw on his clothes and ran to the laundry.

The dryer was still going. He looked at the cute woman that he'd recently masturbated about. She smiled at him. That was different.

The drier stopped and Rob pulled out his clothes. The woman said, "Aren't those Rob's clothes?"

"Yes," answered Rob, without thinking.

The woman raised her eyebrows and asked, "Are you his girlfriend?"

"No," asserted Rob, thinking that sex with himself was a bit disgusting. Although, masturbation was having sex with oneself. He realised that she was expecting more so he said, "He's my brother."

"Oh," said the woman and then smiled. "My name's Denise."

Rob thought that the woman was now very friendly. He said, "Rob... yn."

"Robyn, shortened to Rob?" asked Denise, with a smile. "Two Robs in the same family could be confusing."

Rob tried to think quickly. The adrenaline rushing through his body helped. He said, "We're half siblings. We didn't live together."

"I see," said Denise. She stopped smiling when she saw the bruising on Rob's arms. She looked at the clothes that Rob was wearing. She asked, "Aren't those Rob's clothes?"

Rob looked at the tee shirt and tracksuit pants that he was wearing. "Yes," he answered.

Denise stepped towards Rob and asked, "Did Rob do that to you?" as she indicated the bruising.

"No," answered Rob, in disgust. "Rob's a nice guy. He wouldn't do that to me, nor anyone."

"Okay," said Denise. "Do you have female clothes to wear?"

Rob sighed and answered, "No."

"In a bit of a rush to leave somewhere in a hurry?" asked Denise, with a concerned look.

Rob thought about getting to the laundry before the drier stopped and answered, "Yes." He also realised that he didn't have any female clothes to wear, so he was truthfully answering Denise's question.

"Why don't you take those," suggested Denise, as she pointed to the lost property basket. "No one will claim those and they'll be thrown out at the end of the month like they're thrown out every month."

Rob looked at the basket. He knew that was true. He'd even contributed a bra, left by a woman during a one night stand, after washing it of course.

Rob looked at Denise. She was right and seemed to encourage him with her eyes to take the lost property. He quickly tipped the entire contents onto his washing and said, "I've gotta go," as he ran back to his flat.

"See you later," yelled Denise as he left the laundry.

If Rob was right about Wendy being a witch, who had cursed him, he needed to masturbate until he could no longer come and then he'd turn back into a man. Maybe, it was worth a try. He couldn't think of any other solution.

Rob dumped the basket onto the floor. He threw off his clothes, jumped into bed and tried to thrust two fingers into his vagina. It hurt. He wasn't moist enough down there. He grabbed his tits and squeezed. "Fuck!" he said, as that also hurt.

Rob calmed himself and thought of Denise. She seemed interested in Robyn but not Rob. He concluded that she was a lesbian or bisexual. He imagined them somehow having sex. He'd seen lesbian porn, which really turned him on, so he imagined that he and Denise were going at it with each other.

Rob cupped his breasts. That felt better. He smoothed his palms over his breasts. That felt a lot better. He gently pinched his nipples. "Fuck, that feels good," he said. He hadn't realised how sensitive women's breasts and nipples were. Well at least his tits were sensitive.

Rob continued to squeeze his breasts and pinch his nipples. He was getting turned on. He held his nipples between his thumbs and middle fingers and brushed the tips with his index fingers. "Holy fuck... that feels good," he said.

Rob was getting lost in the sensation of stimulating his breasts. He could hear himself gasping. He started to pant. "Oh god," he said, as he came.

Rob stopped stimulating his breasts as he rode through his orgasm. He wondered if all he had to do was go to sleep and he'd wake up as himself again. He thought about what Wendy had said. No, he had to cum until he couldn't cum anymore.

Rob slid his fingers over his smooth belly, over his hairy, mons pubis, past his clitoris and into his vagina. It was very well lubricated this time, so he fingered himself.

Rob used two fingers to rub his G-spot and the walls of his vagina. He used his left hand to touch his clitoris, which was hard and sensitive. The two fingers on Rob's right hand, which were deep in his vagina, were well and truly lubricated and felt very nice. He used the side of his left, index finger to rub almost the entire length of his clitoris.

Rob could feel himself getting very close to coming when he heard the doorbell ring. He sighed and stopped fingering himself. He jumped up and looked around for something to put on. He saw a summer dress on the laundry basket so he grabbed that and threw it on, as he ran to the door.

Rob opened the front door to see Denise. He was still panting a little bit.

"Hi," said Denise, with a smile.

"Hi," sighed Rob, as he propped open the door.

"I ah... wanted to see how you're going?" said Denise.

Rob sighed and dropped his shoulders. "I'm a bit frustrated, to tell you the truth," he answered.

Denise stepped closer to Rob and said, "I've experienced a bit of DV myself."

What's DV thought Rob and then remembered that it stood for domestic violence.

Denise said, "I thought that I might be able to help you," and then held Rob's fingers.

Denise frowned and looked at Rob's right hand. She lifted her fingers to her nose, smiled and said, "I see... um... I've interrupted you... that's why you're frustrated. I'll leave."

"No," said Rob. "Please don't go. I... um... I can... finish up later."

Denise giggled.

Rob realised that Denise was waiting to be invited inside, so he stepped aside and asked, "Would you like to come in?"

"Yes please," answered Denise, as she entered.

Rob wondered what to do. He let the front door close, that was a start. He asked, "Would you like a cuppa?" That's always a good question.

"Yes please," answered Denise. "Tea please, of you've got some."

"I've only got teabags," said Rob, as he filled the kettle.

"That's fine," said Denise.

Rob tidied the kitchen as he waited for the water to boil. Denise asked, "Rob's a bit untidy?"

"I've contributed to the mess," answered Rob, in all honesty and feeling a bit more relaxed. "Please sit down," as he pointed to the three-seater lounge. "How do you have your tea?"

"Strong, with milk and no sugar, please," answered Denise.

Rob placed their cuppas on the coffee table and joined Denise, on the lounge, at the other end.

Rob sighed. How was he going to switch back into being a man?

"You look good in that dress," said Denise, with a playful smile.

Rob looked at the dress that he was wearing. It must have twisted when he sat down. One breast was pushed hard against the material. It did look good. He looked sexy. His nipple hardened and pressed against the very thin, almost see-through, material.

Rob's other breast was partially exposed. He'd have to learn how to adjust his dress before sitting like he'd admired many women do. He tried to adjust his dress whilst sitting but wasn't very successful. Rob sighed.

"Do you have any female things with you?" she asked.

"No," he honestly answered.

"Do you promise to not tell anyone what I'm about to tell you?" she asked.

"What?" he said, in surprise. "Are you a druggy or..."

"No," she interrupted. "I work for a women's refuge, in administration. I organise new identities for women who are escaping abusive relationships. I can get you documents for a new identity, if you... wanted to escape."

"I don't think that'll be necessary," he said. However, he wondered what he would do if he couldn't turn back into a man. He started to cry, which was unusual for him.

She rubbed his back and asked, "Is your abuser likely to find you?"

"No," he answered. There was no abuser but he didn't want to say that: he didn't know how to explain his real situation.

"How will you get a job if you don't have identification documents?"

"Fuck," he said and she flinched at his outburst. "Sorry," he said. "That... was very... vulgar. I just..." He felt tears welling again. "I just don't know what to do."

"The refuge can help--"

"No!" he yelled. "Sorry... again... I... I... The fewer people who know about this the better." He didn't want to lie to more people.

"It's all right," she said, reassuringly. He realised that she was really a nice person. Something that he never noticed in women. They were something to have sex with.

"First things first," she said. "Documents?"

He sighed and said, "Yes please."

"Who do you want to be known as?"

"Rob, of course," he said, without thinking. "I mean Robyn."

"I don't want to pry but... will your abuser be able to find you with that name?"

"No," he answered, honestly, because there was no abuser but he couldn't tell her that.

"Okay, address?"

"Here."

"Date of birth?"

"Same as Rob's," he said, without thinking.

"You're twins?"

"No," he answered, realising his mistake. "Different mothers."

"Your father was having sex with different women?" she asked, with a look of disgust.

He sighed: how many of these lies could he remember.

"Was he your abuser?" she asked and then added, when he looked at her in disgust, "Sorry, it's none of my business. We just need to concentrate on your recovery."

He nodded and said, "Thanks, that would be good." That also meant fewer lies.

She noted enough details to get him a new identity. He didn't mind: he could always throw them away if he was able to stay as a man. He sighed, wondering if he'd ever achieve that goal.

"So you see why you need to keep secret what I'm doing for you? If someone found out about my working at the refuge, someone could follow me and..."

"Of course," he answered, he wanted no-one to know about his situation.

She waited for him to recover and then said, "Your legs are hairy. Have you ever shaved them?"

"No," he answered and looked at his legs. Hairy legs on women looked disgusting.

He lifted the hem of his dress and said, "I hate hairy pussies."

She was biting her bottom lip when he looked at her, so he said, "Sorry, that was also vulgar."

"You're not used to being in public are you?" she asked.

"No," he answered, "not like this."

"Would you like to shave?"

"Yes," he answered, hoping that she would help him and it might lead to sex.

"Come on, I'll help you."

She gave him instructions on how to shave: first in the direction of growth and then against the grain to help avoid ingrown hairs. He loved how his smooth skin felt and that made him a little bit happier. He lowered the hem of his dress and they returned to the lounge.

He sighed, not knowing what to do.

Denise asked, "You know what I do when I'm depressed?"

Rob was hoping that having sex was the answer, but answered, "No." He also realised that he'd never had sex as a woman, except masturbating, and wondered what it would feel like.

"I go clothes shopping," she said.

Rob hated shopping, especially clothes shopping. As a man, and when he needed clothes, he'd decide what he wanted to buyand only shop for that. For example, if he needed jeans he'd go straight to a jeans shop and buy the first pair of jeans that fitted him and were approximately the right colour. He never browsed like women seem to like doing. Rob sighed again.

"Come on," she said, encouragingly. "You appear to only have those castaways to wear. You've got to buy something. Oh... sorry... um... can you afford it?"

"Yes," answered Rob. Although he was a student, he had a scholarship and worked part-time. He was relatively rich, for a student.

"Do you have shoes?" asked Denise, as she looked at Rob's bare feet.

Rob sighed and dipped his head, as he said, "No."

"Come on," she said and moved closer to Rob to give him a hug. "No matter what's happened in the past, things will get better. Unless Rob's part of the problem?"

"No," answered Rob, defending himself. "He's a really nice guy, once you get to know him." Maybe he could blow his own trumpet to get Denise interested in him, after he switches back to being a man.

"Good," said Denise, without apparent interest.

Denise kicked off her sandal and said, "Give me your foot."

Rob lifted his foot and Denise pressed the soles of their feet together. She said, "We're pretty much the same size. You can wear a pair of my sandals to go shopping."

Rob wondered why she didn't just try her sandal on his foot?

Denise then looked at Rob's crotch. Rob had spread his legs and his dress had risen to expose his groin -- he really needed to learn how to sit like a woman whilst in a dress.

Denise said, "Very nice. I guess you couldn't find any undies in that pile that fit you?"

"I didn't try on any," answered Rob.

"Well let's have a look," said Denise, as she stood up and helped Rob to stand up. Rob was relieved that his dress fell into shape again, as he stood up.

Rob guided Denise to the basket. She pulled out underwear. She threw some back into the basket and said, "Those can go back to the lost property.

"Try these," she said, as she held up a G-string.

Rob held up the undies. He'd certainly admire them on another woman but he wondered about wearing them himself. He looked at Denise, who nodded. He said, "I think they'd better suit you."

"I'm already wearing undies. You're not," she replied.

Rob held onto Denise's arm as he slipped one leg and then the other onto the undies. He pulled them up until they felt snug. He instantly felt that the back string was pushing against his anus. It felt a bit invasive. He knew many women, if not all women, wore G-strings at some stage, so he persevered.

The front part of the undies felt very comfortable. He liked how the material pressed against his curved, shaved crotch. He smiled.

Denise asked, "So they'll do then?"

"Yes," he answered, not wanting to try on more undies.

"Now for a bra," she said, as she rummaged through the laundry basket. Some were returned for the lost property. Some were, obviously, too big. Some were put aside for later scrutiny with different clothes.

"Try this one," she said, as she held up a nice lacy white bra.

Without thinking, Rob pulled the shoulder-straps of the dress off his shoulders and pulled the dress down to his waist, exposing his breasts to Denise. He'd exposed his chest in public many times, as a man, and forgot that woman didn't, usually, do that sort of thing.

Rob looked at Denise and said, "Sorry."

Denise said, "Don't be, they're very nice."

Rob looked at his breasts. He had to agree. He had very nice tits. He'd certainly had many surreptitious looks at a woman with tits like those. "Thanks," he said and then shook his breasts. He laughed, as they wobbled.

Denise laughed with him. She then said, "Let's tidy up your makeup and hair and then go to my flat for some shoes."

Rob froze. He didn't have any makeup. He looked doe-eyed at Denise.

"No makeup?" asked Denise.

Rob shook his head.

"We've got a lot of shopping to do," she said. "So grab your purse and we'll go to my flat."

Rob froze, again.

"No purse?" asked Denise.

Rob shook his head.

Denise stepped forward and hugged Rob. Rob was surprised and excited. He loved the feel of Denise's body pressing against his. She felt so fragile and yet so curvy. Her breasts felt wonderful pressing against his. He felt his vagina getting moist and realised why women's undies had gussets.

Denise said, "You don't have to tell me anything, but I can't help myself. Did you have to run away because a man... raped you?"

"No," he answered. "I've never been with a man."

Denise stepped backwards and asked, "A woman did this to you?" as she indicated towards the bruising.

"Yes," answered Rob, honestly: he was a she when he pinched himself, so he wasn't lying.

"Oh dear," said Denise. "I hope she didn't turn you off women?"

"No," answered Rob. "I prefer women."

Denise hugged Rob again, to Rob's delight, and said, "That's nice to know.

"Now, let's go shopping."

Rob went to his bedroom and grabbed his wallet. He realised that carrying a wallet would look suspicious, so he pulled out his credit card and joined Denise in the lounge-room.

Denise asked, "Is that yours?"

"No, it's Rob's," he answered.

"It's he okay with you using it?" she asked.

"Yes," he answered.

"Huh," said Denise, with a shrug. "Maybe he's nicer than I gave him credit for. Do you know the credit limit?"

"Yes," answered Rob. "But I don't want to reach that."

"I see," said Denise. "So spending tens of thousands of dollars is out of the question."

"Yes," answered Rob. "I think a few hundred will be enough, won't it?"

Denise laughed and said, "To get you started." Rob laughed with her.

Denise drove them to the mall. After parking the car, she said, "First we need to get you fitted."

"For what?" asked Rob.

"A bra of course," she answered. "That one is too big."

"Oh," said Rob. He thought that it felt quite comfortable but realised that it wasn't providing any support.

"Do you provide a bra fitting service?" asked Denise, as she approached a sales assistant.

"Yes. Please follow me," answered the woman and escorted them to a large dressing room.

"Shall I leave?" asked Denise.

"I'd prefer you to stay," answered Rob, having no idea what was going to happen and after all, Denise had already seen his tits, and seemed to like them.

Rob had 'B' cup breasts and the sales assistant showed Rob several brassieres that fitted him nicely. He liked how Denise complimented how the different styles suited his body and he ended up selecting four bras.

"Now for undies," said Denise. "G-strings?"

Ron realised that he hadn't thought about the invasive G-string that he was wearing. He actually quite liked the feel of something touching his anus. It sort of continually turned him on. He answered, "Yes, please."

Denise brought a few G-strings into the fitting room for Rob to try on for size. Apparently, he was a size 10. Denise and he browsed rack after rack of different undies. He chose eight pairs, all G-strings, upon Denise's advice.

They left that store, after purchasing the underwear, and went into a department store. Denise suggested that Rob buy a ten pack of black, cotton briefs.

"Why?" asked Rob. "When the ones we bought are so much sexier."

"Menstrual cycle," answered Denise.

Rob had forgotten about that issue. He hoped that he could change back into a man before then. "Oh yeah... I was having so much fun that I forgot all about that," he said.

"See, shopping did cheer you up," said Denise.

"Yes, yes it did and it does," agreed Rob.

They then shopped for another dress, a skirt, jeans, blouses, a pair of sandals, basic makeup and running shoes. Rob was determined to keep fit no matter which body he was in.

"Let me shout you lunch, for all you help," said Rob, as he decided he'd bought enough.

"Okay," answered Denise.

They ate at the food court. Rob was surprised at how little he could eat. They chatted about Rob's new clothes and Rob felt much better. The need to switch back into a man's body no longer seem so urgent. He did notice that a lot of men kept looking at him.

They returned to Rob's flat and Denise insisted on Rob giving her a fashion show. Rob was exhausted but decided to comply. He dressed in his most sexy, black, lacy underwear and put on his new dress.

Denise clapped and cheered on Rob. She suggested, or more so ordered, Rob to try on different tops with different bottoms and Rob really enjoyed following Denise's directions. He was learning about women's fashion and what clothes go together, so one could mix and match without having to buy lots of outfits.

Denise often helped Rob adjust his clothing and during that process, Rob noticed that Denise might, 'accidentally', brush against his breasts or linger a little too long as she straightened a dress or skirt on Rob's backside.

Rob was getting aroused and tried to find opportunities, or excuses, for Denise to touch him.

Eventually, Rob ran out of clothes. He took off his jeans -- because it was too hot to wear jeans -- and took off his blouse -- because he didn't want to get it dirty. He collapsed onto the lounge dressed only in his sexy underwear.

"You haven't tried on that red dress," she suggested.

"Oh yeah," he answered, and pulled it out of the shopping bags.

"You can't wear a bra in that dress."

"Oh," he said, and took it off without thinking. He tried on the dress and he enjoyed her smoothing out the material. "It fits you perfectly," she said.

He looked at himself in thought, 'Yes, I'd fuck me,' and then felt funny about fucking himself. He took off the dress and collapsed onto the lounge.

He noticed Denise watching him. He looked at her and she smiled. Rob said, "I really enjoyed shopping but it's so exhausting."

Denise giggled but didn't say anything. She kept watching Rob. After a minute or so, Denise frowned, then moved along the couch towards Rob. She leant forward and whispered, "You're very beautiful."

Rob laughed and Denise pouted. Rob noticed Denise's unease and said, "No one's ever said that to me, so thank you."

"It's true," said Denise. "You obviously keep fit..."

There was another long pause as the they looked at each other. Rob said, "I do a lot of running. It's the only exercise that I like." Denise smiled.

Rob realised that Denise had seen his naked body and wondered what Denise's body looked like. Judging from her clothes she was trim and fit. He said, "You're also very beautiful... as much as I can see."

Denise looked at her body. She smiled, stood up and took off her tank-top revealing a very sensible, white bra. She then shimmied down her shorts to reveal a matching pair of briefs. She held out her arm and slowly turned for Rob's evaluation.

Rob would have had a hard-on if he still had a penis. He certainly felt moisture dampen his undies. "You're perfect," he said. Denise giggled. "No, you are," confirmed Rob. "You look... so fragile, sorry... um... petite, with bumps in all the right spots."

Denise laughed and said, "You haven't had much practice at giving compliments have you?"

"No," answered Rob, feeling embarrassed.

Denise sat on the lounge next to Rob. She was so light that the cushion hardly moved. She was like an angel consecrating her presence on earth. She put her delicate fingers under Rob's chin and said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you."

"It's true," said Rob. "I don't know what to say. I don't know the words to describe your beauty."

Denise giggled and said, "Then don't try." She looked at Rob's lips as she moved her face closer to his. Her lips parted slightly, revealing perfect, white teeth. Rob was entranced. He couldn't move. She had him under a spell. Their lips touched and Rob's body tingled. Rob lost himself in the exquisite feeling of her lips on his. He'd never felt this delicate from such an ethereal touch, yet his whole body felt like gossamer. Was she an angel, blessing the earth, and him, with her presence?

Denise moved away from Rob. She was still smiling. Rob said, "Shit that was good."

Denise broke out in uncontrollable laughter. She sat back onto the lounge and kept laughing.

Rob felt guilty. Why couldn't he find the right words to say what he felt? He sat up. He looked at her hands and wondered if he should touch her. Denise must have seen his hesitation and held his hands, still giggling.

"I don't deserve to be in the same room as you," said Rob.

Denise stopped giggling, raised her eyebrows and said, "That was pretty good."

Rob enthusiastically smiled. Denise smiled, she spread her arms forcing Rob to move closer to her. She let go of his hands and gently slid her hands along his arms. She pulled his shoulders towards her into a hug.

Rob felt their soft breasts pressing against each other. They stayed like that for a few minutes. Denise pushed Rob away and smiled at him. Rob's eyes were transfixed on Denise's bra covered breasts.

Denise looked at her breasts, smiled and asked, "Would you like to remove my bra?"

Rob nodded enthusiastically. He reached behind Denise and fumbled with the hooks at the back. Denise laughed and pushed Rob away. She said, "You're not very experienced at this are you?"

Rob sighed. His shoulders dropped and he said, "This body has never experienced being with a woman."

"A virgin?" asked Denise, frowning.

Rob nodded.

"But... what about these?" asked Denise, as she touched Rob's bruises on his arms.

Rob sighed again. He felt tears form in his eyes. Why was he so emotional? He said, "I have a confession to make."

"Okay." said Denise, cautiously.

"I... I made these bruises," confessed Rob.

"Oh..." said Denise and hugged Rob. "But why?"

Rob was ecstatic. Denise's breasts pressed against his. Her hard nubs pressed into the soft flesh of his breasts. Their breasts squashed against each other. He felt like crying and tried not to.

"There, there," said Denise.

Rob reluctantly pushed her away and said, "I... this body... it's not..." Surely Denise wouldn't believe him if he told her the truth, but what was he going to say? "I'm not comfortable in this body."

"You want to be a man?" asked Denise.

"Desperately," answered Rob. "But since meeting you... I..."

"Shush," said Denise and cuddled Rob.

"Holy fucking hell that feels good," confessed Rob.

Denise giggled and agreed, "It does, doesn't it?"

Rob sighed and held Denise. He desperately wanted to fuck Denise but he didn't have the right equipment. He said, "I want to fuck the shit out of you, but I... I'm a woman."

Denise laughed and said, "We can screw each other."

"How?" asked Rob. He'd seen lots of lesbian porn and it really turned him on, but he wanted to shove his cock into Denise and his was gone.

Denise stood up and helped Rob stand. She said, "Let's go to your bedroom."

"Okay," said Rob, still confused about what to do. He led Denise into his room. It was, as usual, a mess. His clothes were strewn all over the floor and the bed was unmade.

Denise stopped and asked, "Isn't this Rob's room?"

"What?" asked Rob and then realised that Denise didn't know that he was Rob. He said, "Oh yeah, sorry," and led her to the spare room.

Denise halted and asked,"You don't have sex with Rob, do you?"

"No," answered Rob, hopefully convincingly. He did masturbate as Rob but that didn't count.

Thankfully the bed was made in the spare room. Denise said, "This is much tidier."

Rob pulled back the sheets. Thank god he made the bed since the last time one of his friends stayed over. He stood next to the bed. Denise smiled. She gently eased him back onto the bed. She pressed her breasts against his face and Rob instinctively kissed them.

Denise lifted Rob's hands and placed them on her breasts. Rob knew, from early that day, not to squeeze them too hard -- something that he did as a man. He cupped Denise's breasts and kissed their soft skin. He found her nipples and suckled them.

"Slow down," she said, as she pushed away his head.

He let her take control: she slowly, and very softly, kissed from his ears to his fingertips. He couldn't believe how wonderful it felt. His nipples hurt from being so hard. Relief came when she worked her way back to his shoulders and down to his breasts. She then gently, and slowly, licked his nipples.

He squirmed on the bed and said, "I'm so horny... Please fuck me..."

"Soon," she said, as she slowly kissed her way down to his vulva.

His whole body trembled in ecstasy when she kissed his thighs. He spread them wide for her and she kissed his labia. She deliberately avoided touching his clitoris and he was so frustrated but turned on.

"Fuck," he cried, as her finger slowly penetrated him.

She played with his vagina and by the time she touched his G-spot, he was ready to cum. A warmth spread throughout his whole body. It was like goosebumps inside and out. All of a sudden those goosebumps burst and he lost himself in pleasure.

He didn't know how long he climaxed but he knew that he was close to cumming again when her lips kissed his upper vulva.

"FUCK!" he yelled, as she licked his hooded clitoris. Again, he lost track of time as his body entered ecstasy.

He didn't think that he could cum again but the tip of her tongue felt so good on the tip of his clitoris. He then remembered Wendy's curse and he didn't want to cum until he could no longer cum. He pushed her mouth away from his crotch, as he said, "Your turn."

"But I haven't finished," she said, seductively.

"I don't want any more," he said. He then realised that sounded weird, so he added, "I want to do the same thing to you."

She smiled and laid back onto the bed. He forced himself to not dive into her crotch for cunnilingus. He kissed her lips and tasted his vaginal juices. They were delicious and he wanted more.

He pushed his tongue between her lips and eased her teeth open. He tried to push his tongue deep inside her mouth. She pushed him away and coughed. "Slow down," she said and he realised his mistake.

He slowly kissed her lips, chin, cheeks, eyes and ears. He lips tingled when he kissed her softly and she seemed to appreciate their tenderness. She squirmed when he kissed just below her ear and she trembled when he gently breathed into her ear.

She gasped as he slowly, and gently, kissed her neck. He started to appreciate how going slow would feel better for her and he realised that's what felt better for him when she did it to him.

Now and then, her body trembled as he slowly kissed all over her body. He avoided her breasts but returned to them when he'd kissed everywhere except for her genitals and breasts. She gasped when he slowly licked her nipples and she shuddered when he gently sucked them.

"Please... finger me," she sighed, when he'd lingered on her breasts for too long.

He usually tried to make a woman cum as quickly as possible, when he was a man, but now he realised that taking his time was more appealing to her.

She spread her legs, when he touched her inner-thighs, but he slowly caressed her skin before touching her vulva. She gasped when his fingers gently touched her vulva. He tried to control his desires and managed to slowly push a finger into her vagina.

He forced himself to avoid her G-spot as he gently explored her vagina. She leaked a lot more liquid than any of his previous lovers and realised that his rushing them was not desirable.

He slowly stretched her by working up to three fingers over several minutes. He felt a passion, that he'd never felt before, by giving her pleasure. He touched her G-spot and her body convulsed. He forced himself to slow down and avoid her G-spot until she'd recovered. He then slowly and softly continued to rub her G-spot and she sighed.

"Please finger me faster," she begged, so he increased the speed of his thrusts and the pressure on her G-spot.

She covered her mouth with her hand and he heard her grunting after a minute or so of his constant fingering. She cried out and her vagina grasped his fingers as she came. He kept thrusting until she rolled onto her side, so he eased off his thrusts.

She removed her hand from her mouth and let him finger her some more after her body stopped trembling. He lowered his face to her pubic mound and gently kissed it. His tongue followed the line of her slit and she gasped when he reached her hard clitoris.

It didn't take long for her to cum again as he licked her clit and fingered her G-spot. She tasted so good, especially when she gushed onto his face.

She pushed his head away and suggested, "Sixty-nine?"

He was so randy that he agreed and soon they were feasting off each other's vulva. He came and came again. He tried to do to her what she was doing to him. He must have succeeded because she also came.

He threw caution to the wind and lost himself in their combined pleasure. Minutes or hours later they both stopped and caught their breaths. He couldn't go on and he was definitely worn out.

She rolled off him and laid on her back for a few minutes. She then looked at her watch and said, "I'm really sorry to love you and leave you, but I have to get ready for a dinner appointment with my parents."

"I understand," he said as his lungs stopped hurting.

He tried to sit up when she hopped off the bed, but stopped his vain efforts, when she said, "I'll show myself out."

A few minutes later, she returned, fully dressed, and asked, "May I see you again?"

"Of course," he said.

She kissed him on the cheek and said, "Yum, delicious pussy. I'll see you tomorrow. Is noon okay?"

"Yes," he answered, as he felt himself drifting off to sleep.

~~~

He woke up and he felt a little bit disappointed because he was a man again. He put on his running gear and went for a run. His purpose was mainly to find Wendy but he also liked running.

He arrived at the spot where he last saw Wendy and called out for her. She didn't answer and he was about to give up when he heard her ask, behind him, "What do you want?"

"Wendy..." he said, realising that he hadn't planned what to ask her. "You're a witch, aren't you?"

"Wow, your intelligence is astounding," she answered, sarcastically.

"Um... yeah... I suppose I deserved that."

"And lots more."

He sighed and asked, "Could you please lift your curse on me?"

She laughed and said, "You think it's that simple do you? To ask nicely?"

"I hope so."

"You're not yet ready."

"What do I have to do?"

She approached him, smiled and caressed his cheek, as she said, "You need to appreciate what it's like to be a woman." Her demeanour changed to aggressive, as she said, "You're a misogynistic pig and I won't lift the curse until you change that behaviour."

"I... I think that I've learnt my lesson," he begged.

She raised one eyebrow, he wished he knew how to do that, it looked so sexy. She smiled and asked, "So you didn't want to fuck me when I caressed your cheek."

His shoulders slumped and she said, "I thought so. You need to change. Good bye."

He blinked, as he found himself tying up his shoelaces. He stood up and looked around, but he knew Wendy had gone. He ran home and collapsed onto his bed, wondering what to do.

After much deliberation he decided that he wanted to see Denise again, so he wanked himself to asleep.

~~~

He woke up as a she and was relieved. He checked the time and realised that he had time to tidy, and freshen, up before Denise arrived. 'Freshen up?' he thought, 'When did I start thinking like that?'

Denise arrived and they ate the lunch that he'd prepared. They chatted well into the afternoon and he realised that, for the first time, he wasn't thinking about how to fuck the woman that he was with and that he was having fun just talking to her.

They shared a bottle of wine as they continued to talk. He realised that he couldn't drink as much as he could as a man and felt quite tipsy. They hugged on the lounge and late at night, Denise said, "I'd better go. I've got work tomorrow."

He agreed and, after she'd left, he wondered what to do about work. He was on university holidays and usually went into work, but he didn't feel like doing that.

~~~

The next morning he rang in sick, as Rob's sister, to say that he wasn't feeling himself, which was literally true.

He dressed in his female running gear to go for a run. At first he was uncomfortable about his breasts bouncing but his sports bra helped with that. He stopped, after warming up, and did some stretches.

"Looking good," said a man, when he had his leg on the top rail of a fence. He realised that the man was staring directly at his crotch. He looked down and stopped stretching when he saw a bit of his cameltoe.

He ran another five-hundred metres and tried stretching again, but moved on when he saw a couple of men gesturing towards him.

He ran another few kilometres but stopped when he got a cramp from not stretching properly. He decided to walk home and noticed that men, blatantly, looked at his breasts and crotch. He became more frustrated when he was wolf-whistled as he passed a construction site. He realised that he would have to avoid that route.

A man said to him, as he approached his unit complex, "Hey, Babe, you want to come over to my place for some fun."

"Piss off," he said, as the thought disgusted him.

"Oh yeah," said the man, more aggressively. "Watch your mouth or it'll get slapped."

He hurried home, realising that the man could beat him to death in his current female form.

He trembled as he sat to drink his water, safe in his apartment. That was the first time in his life that he felt threatened.

He showered and dressed as conservatively as he could. He didn't feel like cooking so he went out to buy some takeaway. He saw men winking and smiling at him when he looked at them. He felt threatened again and realised why women avoided looking at men.

He ate his dinner at home, deep in thought about his experiences as a woman in public. He decided that he didn't feel safe, so he masturbated and fell asleep.

~~~

He woke up in his manly body and felt safer. Denise called in but looked disappointed when Rob answered the door. She had a parcel for Robyn and was reluctant to give it to him, but she relented and left.

He realised that he had no chance of being with her as a man and wondered if it was worth becoming a woman to be with her again.

He went out with his mates to try and meet another woman. He became more frustrated with his friends' comments: "I'd really do her", "I wonder if her tits are real?", "I like it when women don't wear a bra", "Look at the knockers on her", "I'd like to fuck her arse." The woman heard what his friend said, so Rob said, "Leave her alone."

"What's wrong with you," his friends asked." You've changed."

"I just don't think that we should be... treating them like a meat market," he explained.

"I'd like to slip my meat into them," said one of his friends.

He sighed and said, "I'm going. I don't like those comments," thinking about how he felt when similar comments were made about him when he was in female form.

"Lighten up," said Josh, his best friend.

"It's just wrong," he said, "and I don't like being in the company of people who talk like that."

They'd all been drinking and caution was thrown to the wind. "Well piss off then," said one friend and the others agreed.

He did 'piss off' and wondered why he hung out with his, so called, friends.

During the week, Josh tried to convince him to go out again, but gave up after he reinforced his opinion of their sexist comments. They drifted apart, after that, and he found himself wanting to hang around women more than men.

~~~

Denise called in a few times but, of course, Robyn wasn't home. She glared at Rob but was apparently convinced about his explanation that she was looking for a job. He missed being with her and decided that he should become Robyn, even if it was to mitigate her concerns and, maybe, say goodbye.

He masturbated and quickly came -- he'd been avoiding masturbating to stop himself becoming a woman. He slept.

~~~

He felt relieved when he woke up in his female form.

He quickly visited Denise and thanked her for the identity documents. They hung out together and he felt more comfortable with her rather than his male friends. They also had wonderful sex that sometimes lasted for hours and it was very comforting to cuddle.

He found himself falling in love with her and worried about what to do: should he stay as a woman to be happy with her? Should he tell her about his curse? Would she believe him? And what would happen if Wendy decided that he had learnt his lesson and permanently turned him back into a man?

"Are you okay?" asked Denise.

"Yeah," he answered unconvincingly.

"You seem... worried."

He sighed, "Just thinking."

"You're abuser hasn't been in touch, have they?"

"What? No, definitely not." He felt guilty about that lie.

"You can talk to me about anything. You know that, don't you?"

"Yes," he answered, with a smile and cuddled her.

She sighed, and after a long pause, asked, "Are you sick of me?"

"What?" he asked and sat up. "No of course not. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"Yeah, helping you start a new life. But I've done that, so you don't need to be with me to say thank you."

"What the heck?" he stressed -- when did he stop swearing? "Please... please don't think that," he stressed. "I love you."

He realised what he said when her mouth dropped open. He frowned and she said, "You don't have to say that."

He sat in silence and then said, "I... I didn't realise that until... until I said it." He looked, smiled broadly and said, "I do... I really love you."

She bit her bottom lip, smiled and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Yes," he answered, "without a doubt," and it was true.

She threw her arms around him and said, "I've been in love with you for a long time. I just... I didn't think that you felt the same."

His body trembled and he said, "I... I really am in love with you but I hadn't realised it until then."

They celebrated with fantastic sex but then he started to worry again. He decided that he had to be honest with her, no matter the consequences.

He braced himself and said, "I haven't been entirely honest with you."

"Uh-oh, you're not married, are you?"

"That's ridiculous."

"It's happened before."

"To you?"

"No, but to others."

"Okay, I get that but I assure you that I'm definitely not married." He sighed and thought, 'How can I explain this?'

"What is it?"

"I... don't know how to tell you... you don't like men..."

"A threesome? No way--"

"No it's not that. I don't want to have sex with anyone besides you."

She cuddled him, which distracted his train of thought. "I was born a man," he blurted out.

"You're kidding me? Wow... I never would have known. Those surgeons really know their stuff."

"No," he said, a bit depressed, "I haven't had surgery. I'm... I hope that you believe me... I'm cursed."

"No, you're not cursed," she said, reassuringly. "You've been abused and that's NOT your fault."

He sighed and said, "I've never been abused."

"What? But you said..."

"I didn't say it, you assumed it and I couldn't think of a way to tell you that... a witch put a curse on me."

She looked at him with disbelief.

"Listen to me. I know it's going to be really hard for you to believe. But a witch, called Wendy...."

She tried not to smile but she ended up asking, "Wendy, the witch?"

He sighed, "I know it's hard to believe. I found it hard to believe until I turned into a woman."

"How?"

"Oh, gosh... When I masturbate as a man, then fall asleep, I wake up as a woman."

"And if you masturbate as a woman?"

"No, if I cum until I can't, and then fall asleep, I wake up as a man. That's why I stop you from, you know, pleasuring me, too much."

"That's very hard to believe," she said, looking sideways at him.

"I told you it would be."

"Why did, Wendy, the witch, curse you?"

"Because I'm... a chauvinist pig."

"Yeah, because you're a man. So what's the difference?"

"I tried to, you know, seduce her and that's why."

"Gee, I hope that she doesn't meet many men or the world will be overrun with women. Not that I'd complain."

"Yeah, it would make life more pleasant and safer."

"That doesn't sound like something a misogynist would say?"

"No, I now realise how... bad I was. I guess I've learnt my lesson."

"If that's the case, she'll turn you back into a man. You can't let that happen, unless..."

"I know. I don't want to be a man..." He then thought about what he just said and realised that it was true. He wanted to live the rest of his life as a woman, living with Denise. He told her so and she cuddled up to him in response.

"Show me," she said, after a while.

"What?"

"Cum until you can't and fall asleep. That's how you turn into a man, isn't it?"

"But, you don't like men. You don't like me being Rob."

"You can masturbate as Rob, fall asleep and you're back to normal, or a Robyn, anyway."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure that we'll have fun trying," she said, with a devilish smile.

They did have fun trying to make Rob (Robyn) cum until he couldn't and Denise also collapsed onto the bed after Rob was done.

~~~

He fell asleep and woke up as a man.

She stared at him in disbelief, and a disgust. She took a big breath and said, "Okay, I believe you. Could you please turn back into the woman that I fell in love with?"

He started to stroke his penis. She turned away and said, "I don't need to watch that." He also felt a bit repulsed but it was for a good reason, so he wanked away.

~~~

When he woke up as a she, Denise said, "So all we have to do is make sure that you don't cum until you can't."

"That's right."

"That'll be hard to do but I think that we'll manage, as long as you don't take matters into your own hands, or fingers."

He laughed and said, "I'll do my best."

~~~

Robyn graduated and retained her job at her work (they assumed that he had a sex change).

~~~

A year later they were married and on their honeymoon, she asked, "Have you ever thought about having children?"

"Oh... ah... a little bit, but we can't."

"We can if I let male Rob impregnate me," she said, as she raised her eyebrows.

"But... you don't like men?"

"I could be blindfolded and imagine that you're using a strap-on dildo..."

He smiled and said, "Okay, I wanted to fuck you since the first time I met you."

She turned up her nose at him and said, "You still need Wendy's curse."

"Sorry," he said and she hugged his arm.

They had lots of fun, making him 'cum till he can't' and then she asked him to fall asleep on the couch.

~~~~

He woke up, feeling strange in the body that he was born with. He didn't have any men's clothes so he threw on a dress.

She staggered out of the bedroom, naked, and instantly stopped when she saw him. She bit her lip and said, "At least you're wearing something sexy."

He laughed but stopped when it sounded strange.

"Alright, let's do this," she said.

She turned away from him and backed up to him. She bent over. He lifted the hem of his dress but she wasn't at the right height.

"Wait here," she said, and returned wearing stiletto heals. She was now at the right height and looked even sexier. She looked even more sexy when she placed her hands on the floor with legs straight.

He tried to penetrate her but was out of practice. She held his penis, between forefinger and thumb, and guided him into her vagina. She grunted as he fucked her hard and fast. He came but she didn't.

She seemed repulsed at his semen dribbling out of her vagina, so she pulled on a pair of underpants to keep in the semen. She then did a handstand against the wall to help guide his semen into her womb.

~~~

Once he'd passed his refractory period he had a quick wank and fell asleep to, eagerly, become Robyn.

They had sex daily, with him as a man, followed by her handstand, so that she'd get pregnant. He decided to practise what he'd learnt as a woman and gently touched her to get her aroused. She always faced away from him, whilst he was a man when they had sex.

She accepted his advances, for the sake of getting pregnant, and enjoyed his fucking her standing up with her hands pressed against the wall. At the same time, he gently tweaked her nipples and massaged her breasts, the way he knew she liked. He also gently rubbed her clitoris and was rewarded with her cumming, a couple of times, as he fucked her.

After two weeks of daily sex they returned home from their honeymoon. She didn't want to have sex with him, as a man, in their home: it seemed like cheating to her.

She missed a period and then the next so she did a pregnancy test and found out that she was pregnant. They celebrated with lesbian sex, much to both of their pleasure.

Nine months later they had a baby boy.

~~~

Once they were comfortable with looking after their son, she asked, "Would you like to have a baby?"

"With whom?" he asked, sarcastically.

"With me."

"How?"

"Maybe Wendy, the witch, could curse me. I'd turn into a man to get you pregnant and..."

"Are you serious. You don't like men."

"No, but I'd be the man and I really enjoy fucking you with the strap-on."

"I guess we could ask her?"

"Let's do it."

They both jogged to where he last saw Wendy. He called out, "Wendy. Are you there?"

Wendy appeared from nowhere and said, "Oh it's you. Come to ask me to lift the curse?"

"Um... no," he answered. "I like being a woman... Um... could you make me a woman, permanently?"

She smiled and said, "So you've learnt your lesson and decided that the other half has a better life?"

"Yes," he answered.

"So it's not a curse, but a blessing?" she asked and he realised that she was right.

"Are you okay?" asked Denise.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"You were unconscious for a while."

"Was I?"

"Yes."

She looked around -- wait a minute, why did he refer to himself as a she? And why did she call herself a him? And then it hit her: she was a she and no longer thought of herself as a male in a woman's body.

She hugged Denise and Denise hugged her back. She looked around and asked, "Where's Wendy?"

"She's gone."

"But... you wanted..."

She smiled, seductively.

"Oh," said Robyn. "I guess I'm about to find out what it feels like to be fucked by a man?"

"You certainly are."

~~~

Nine months later Robyn had a baby girl.

They didn't get many chances to switch into male form, because of the presence of their children. However, they had fantastic sex when they were alone. It also turned out to be a good way to terminate any unwanted pregnancies: they just switched sex and they were no longer pregnant.

~~~

After several years, they returned to find Wendy. She appeared and smiled when they thanked her for all that they did for them. She said, "So you're no longer a chauvinist?"

"Only for sex games," answered Denise.

Wendy laughed and said, "I guess it's time for me to move on."

"I can send you some chauvinists, if you like. There're plenty out there," suggested Robyn.

"I know," said Wendy, with a smile. "But you needed to learn what it's like to be a woman. They only need to be taught manners."

Robyn tried to fathom what Wendy meant and missed her disappearing. She looked at Denise. Denise smiled at her, caressed her cheek and said, "Don't try to think too hard with the male part of your brain. It'll only confuse you."

Robyn laughed and decided to take her advice.

~~~

Years later, and out of the blue, Robyn asked, "What happens if our children have inherited our curse?"

"Oh no."

"Uh-huh."

"What do we do?"

"It might not happen."

"But if it does, it'll be so traumatic for them."

"I know."

"We have to explain to them the possibility to reduce that trauma."

"And how do we do that?"

She sighed and said, "We'll have to show them."

"I'm not comfortable with that."

"Neither am I, but we have to do it."

They planned for days, then weeks and finally bit the bullet.

Denise said to their children, as she led Rob, in male form, into the room, "Children, I want you to pay very close attention."

They both pouted.

"This man is your father."

"To both of us?" asked Billie.

"Ah... no. This is Bobby's father."

"Where's my father," asked Billie. "Why does he get a father and I don't."

"We'll introduce you to your father tomorrow," said Rob.

"Why can't I see my father today. Why does Bobby get to be first."

Rob sighed, so Denise said, "Would you like two strange men to turn up without us?"

They both shook their heads.

"Why can't you be with them?" asked Bobby, the older and, at the moment, the wiser.

The two parents looked at each other and sighed.

"You tell them," said Denise.

"Well... it's magic."

"Magic is just for fairy tales," said Bobby.

Billie nodded in agreement and said, "You told us that."

"Yes," said Denise. "We told you that because we didn't want you to tell anyone else about the magic that we know."

"Why not?" asked Bobby.

"Because no-one believes in real magic, but I met a witch and she... blessed me with an ability to... change," said Rob.

"And later," said Denise, "the same witch blessed me with the same ability."

"Can you turn into a dog?" asked Billie.

"Yeah, we want a dog," agreed Bobby.

"No," said Rob. "We can only change our gender."

"Your what?" asked Billie.

"You know, your gender. I'm a boy and you're a girl," explained Bobby.

"Oh, so you're our Robyn mother and Bobby's father?" asked Billie.

"That's right," said Rob, pleased with Billie's intelligence.

Bobby looked at him with suspicion. "Okay... if that's true, then turn back into Robyn, our other mum."

"Ah... well you see... the process is complicated and you won't learn about it until later," explained Denise.

Bobby pulled a face that indicated his scepticism or outright disbelief.

"Can I see my dad today?" asked Billie.

"Well... no," answered Denise. "The magic... takes time to do."

~~~

The next day, Robyn introduced Dennis, Denise's male name, to their children.

"You're my dad?" asked Billie.

"Yes," answered Dennis.

"And you're my mum?" asked Billie.

"No," answered Bobby. "Robyn's your mum. The same person can't be your mother and father."

"Why not," asked Billie. Bobby glared at her, so she said, "Oh yeah, the sex thing," and Bobby nodded.

Dennis and Robyn looked at each other.

"Where'd you learn about sex?" asked Robyn.

"At school," answered Bobby.

"Already?" asked Dennis.

"Yes, it's not like when you grew up," explained Bobby. "They teach about sex to avoid:" and he counted off on his fingers, "unwanted pregnancy, Sexually Transmitted Infections and... is there another one?" he asked Billie.

"To avoid bad people," Billie whispered.

"Oh yeah, that," said Bobby.

Both parents were clearly shocked at their children's education. "Why didn't you tell us about this?" asked Dennis.

"We're not going to tell you everything that we learn at school," said Bobby. "It'll take a lifetime."

"That's right," said Robyn, "and don't ever stop learning."

Billie asked, "Can we go play now?"

Bobby shrugged his shoulders and asked, "Wait, Billie. They must be telling us for a reason."

They both looked at their parents.

"Right," said Robyn, trying to hide her nervousness. "We're explaining this to you so that... if you change... um... gender... then you won't be too surprised."

"How do we do the magic?" asked Bobby.

"Yeah, I want to try it," agreed Billie.

"Well we don't know if you can do this magic," explained Dennis.

"That's a pity," said Bobby, obviously disappointed.

"When will we know if we can do magic?" asked Billie.

"Not until you're eighteen or older," quickly answered Dennis.

Both children looked disappointed but also accepted that they needed to wait.

"Can we play now?" asked Billie.

"Yes," answered Dennis, with relief.

"It's nice to meet you, dad," said Billie, as she held Dennis's hand. She then happily skipped away.

Tears welled in Dennis's eyes and Robyn hugged him.

Bobby looked at them and said, "It's a pity that the six of us can't get together, but it's nice to know that you're my dad, um, Robyn, when you, you know."

Robyn hugged Bobby and said, "Thanks, Bobby. I love you too."

"I didn't say that, though I do love you," said Bobby, as he suffered the hug.

Robyn released him and he wandered away to do whatever he was eager to do.

That night, Dennis changed into Denise and they were both comfortable in their female forms.

~~~

Sometime later, they found out that both of their children had inherited their abilities, but that's a different story...

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