As soon as he saw how distracted by the thought of becoming female affected Jon, Ken kept on about it.
As soon as he won his first hand, Ken started laying it on thick. "I think you want to lose to me, experience life from the other side of the fence."
Jon's hands were trembling when he picked up his cards for the second game. His hands were finer, and hairless.
Ken smiled at him, "Those hands would look good giving me a hand job."
Ken kept on raising the bet, until Jon caved in folding, even though he had the better hand he still lost.
"You know Jon I think you're picking up some feminine mannerisms, too." She hadn't noticed any such thing, but Jon's arms had followed his hands and were much less muscular.
As the game progressed, Jon lost hand after hand. The only thing that remained of him was his cock. His clothing had changed to a woman's outfit, she was glad it wasn't whore's clothing, but he felt very 'on display'. With a generous cleavage showing, his.... her ass made the chair feel a lot more padded.
Ken had even convinced Jon to give him the stone, "So that he didn't accidentally wish himself more feminine than she already was."
Jon's defeat in the last hand was inevitable, he felt his cock vanish into his body, and he tried squishing his thighs together. But there was nothing hanging between his legs any more. He broke down and sobbed helplessly on the table.
Jon now Joan's cleavage was even more visible as she cried to herself. The magic of the stone went to work finishing off the game. Suddenly the madam seemed to see Jon, now as Joan a woman in a brothel.
She approached the table a little more carefully than last time. "Are you ready to deal with the other business of the evening, sir." she asked Ken.
"Certainly Ma'am, lead the way." Before he went too far, "I think the missus deserves a little attention too. Could you have one of the girls give her some tips about make up, and have her ready once I've finished."
Joan timidly watched as he walked away up the stairs, hooking an eager arm around the glorious coal haired woman. The madam talked to one of her girls, a petite Asian woman, who descended the stairs. She shyly led Joan away to her room.
Once there Joan saw a huge make up table with a wide range of bottles and a lovely mirror. She told Joan to undress so that she could see what she had to work with. Joan didn't even think of resisting. By the time she had stripped down there was a rhythmic thumping coming from another room, along with a rattle of steel springs in a bed.
Joan shuddered at the thoughts running through her head
Cowgirl by Todd Taulman
However, Joan couldn't help but be impressed at how beautiful she was as a woman. Joan shut her eyes as the little whore started to apply make up to her face.
