For a moment, Jon felt really disoriented. His body felt malleable, like putty, and at the same time, he felt as if he had no body at all. He could not feel anything, hear anything or see anything.
Then, slowly, reality flowed back. It started in her feet gradually moving upwards. She could feel her feet confined to strange boots, and naked legs. Her knees where touching something. It took a moment to realize it was a carpeted floor. Further up she could feel her thighs constricted by a garment. She was not really spurprised to find herself in a miniskirt. The flow of feelings came to her crotch. A strange, damp emptiness greeted her. The feeling of a thong riding up between her asscheeks was less unfamiliar. She had, quite recently, on a dare, tried on a thong. A belt buckle and a few inches of bare midriff, and then a thight top. And breasts pressing against it. She could feel the rough fabric of the top on her hard nipples, meaning she didn't wear a bra. Above the breasts, the there was again bare skin, and hair tickling his back.
Jon started to feel her arms. They were wrapped around something. It felt like bare skin, smooth, but well-toned. As her hands knead what was in them, she realized she was with a customer. She pictured the owner of this hairless skin. Slender legs, a nice ass and shapely breasts, standing in front of her presenting her pussy. She couldn't have changed at a better time, she thought. The surprise was great when she felt something hard in her mouth, and she opened her eyes only to see the base of a hard cock, no hair around it.
Jon froze in her tracks. It wasn't as much disgust as surprise. She had, when she wished the wish, expected this to be part of her routine, but she hadn't expected to do it this soon after the change.
"Why did you stop, bitch?" she heard a familiar voice from above. That would explain the hairlessness. It was Nick, from the swim team. Hands came down on the back of her head, pushing her back into motion. She quickly found a good rythm. Nick grunted. "That's the way, oh, yes." Jon felt herself getting hornier at the thought of what he did. "I'm coming," Nick said, pulling almost out of her mouth. "Don't swallow. You know what I want."
Jon did. He felt the penis twitch, once, twice, and then it came. She felt the thick liquid in her mouth, tasted it, and loved it. Nick shot the last load in her face, and she looked up at him, holding her mouth open and showing his seed as she rose. Nick bent down and met her mouth with his, sucking his seed back in, and sending it back and forth between them. He licked her face, loving the taste of his own cum, and swallowed it all.
He started dressing in silence. Jon just stood there, until he got out his wallet and gave her her money, without saying a word, and left. She, however, had not gotten herself satisfied. She needed to get release.
