Date: Sun, 17 Jul 2005 16:48:20 -0500 From: Robert Sherwood Subject: We-Can-Access-Our-Magic-Powers Part 3 What happened after Alex had his way with me is something you could have predicted. You could have, but I didn't. He was followed my his two friends, each with a larger cock. The effect of having someone orgasm inside me was a sensation that was forever new and completely delicious. I began to wonder just how much of their essence my body could hold. After at least a solid hour of being hammered by these two, I almost passed out with the sustained passion and the flood of cum that so filled my belly What a revelation all this was. In such a short span of time and with just that much experience, I knew my role in life. While I luxuriated in the feel inside my body and the vast amount of cum that my bowels still held, I could only wish that I could enjoy this forever. I had come to realize I loved the viscous, slightly salty taste of cum. More than that, the feeling of having someone inside me, invading my boy pussy with a big cock and pumping in and out, was absolute heaven. Then, the best part of all, a flood of man-seed would erupt from that cock and flow deep inside my body. When I finally stood, there was yet another sensation. The cum was slowly oozing out of me and flowing down the inside of my thighs. Magic upon magic. I not only attracted men to fill me with their manhood and have deep intercourse, then spurt their sperm inside me, I got to feel the delicious cum coating my thighs as I walked slowly to the bathroom. I could not have felt more feminine, more loved, more lusted after. To think that i could invite such attraction to men was absolutely thrilling. It was with some mixed emotion as I sat on the potty and let the remaining cum flow from my bowels. I wanted to keep it, but I knew I couldn't. I drew a hot bath, sprinkled the water with bubble bath and sweet fragrances and let myself soak in the memory of the lovely experiences I had just enjoyed. I knew, more than anything at that moment that I should have been a woman. That began a lust for cum that just grew every day. I guess I thought that just the act of having someone filling me with that wonderful protein would somehow impact my genetic structure. My behavior did become increasingly feminine. It got to a point where my mannerisms became so female that I must have seemed like a drag queen in boy's clothing. I couldn't help it, I felt like a young woman and I acted like one. Every time I sucked a cock or got fucked by some stud, I would pray that somehow this would tip the cosmic scales in my favor. Sigh! No changes. I confided to my friends (I really had some, despite my slut-like behavior) about my dreams and one of them suggested going to the college library to look up any possible books on the occult, on magic. I did. I read everything they had. Nothing. So, I would go to be each night, whether it was alone or with someone, and I would fix my mind on one thing; an image of a beautiful young girl. I imagined her at my age, about 5:6, petite and with long blond hair. In my mind, I knew every inch of her. Nights came and went. I went on with the wanton, lustful ways and kept up my studies. My swimming instructor hit on me one day and took me to his place, where he let me dress up in his sister's clothes and makeup. He was insatiable. After I had swallowed what seemed like gallons of his thick, sweet cum, he gently massaged my body, turned me over on my stomach and began plunging deeply into my belly. He did one of my favorite things, he fucked me very slowly, allowing us both to feel the maximum amount of pleasure from our contact. When he came, we were both some exhausted, that we fell asleep. His cock remained inside me. The night turned into day and, when i awoke, he was standing over me in speechless shock. I looked at him and was about to ask him what was wrong when long blond hair fell across my face. I stood up, ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. A HE had become a SHE. I was my dream, with cute little breasts and a real pussy. I fainted. When I woke up again, I was in bed and immediately felt for my breasts. They were there and so was everything else. To this day, I don't know how or why it happened. I can only believe that, if you want something bad enough, you can make it come true. However, I never had sex with my swim instructor again, just in case he had something to do with my switch. I didn't want to take the chance of going back to being a boy. Maven