It was the most disgustingly horrible, and yet satisfyingly pleasant sensation I had ever felt. On the one hand, I had had to go so bad I felt like my bladder was going to explode, and as I released that pressure I let out a slow moan of satisfaction. But at the same time, I was using...it!
It had been a horrible shock when I had first put my hand down into my underwear and discovered that my penis had been replaced with its female counterpart, but I had been hoping to find a way to reverse this problem before getting too intimate with my new plumbing. And now...
It hit me then, with a force that could have knocked me off my feet had I still been standing. Something inside me broke, but instead of crying I was filled with a different emotion, something I couldn't name, but it meant that I had resigned myself to the fact that I really was now a girl, and that I would spend the rest of my days as a walking wet dream. Speaking of wet...
How did girl's handle peeing like this? It wasn't like there was some stream that you could aim, it just sort of shot out and sprayed all over the place. When I had finished I instinctively put my hand down there to shake myself, only to pull it back wet. "Eeeew, that's so gross!"
"Well what did you expect Honey? That's what toilet paper is for."
Now I knew why my little sister Zoe made such a big deal when someone forgot to change in a fresh roll; I was cursing myself now for having used the last of it earlier. Standing up, I turned and reached into the cabinet above the toilet for where Mom keep the extra toilet paper, fumbling a little bit as I could only use my left, dry hand. When I sat back down, roll in hand, I breathed a sigh of relief. "I sure am glad that none of these changes have affected my height, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to reach. Oh come on, no!" I exclaimed, because I could feel myself making another wish. "I wish that flat footed I am a couple inches below the average female height."
Like it had when my bones had changed, the magic light extended from my hand through my entire body. I could feel myself shrinking as I was forced to advert my eyes. I looked back as fast as I could, wanting to asses the damage as soon as possible.
I guess, as magical changes go, I had actually been let off pretty easily. I knew from health class that the average American female was about 5'4", which meant I would probably be somewhere in the 5'1", 5'2" range. Of course, just a month ago I had been celebrating having finally fit six feet, so it was a bit disorienting to shrink ten inches so suddenly. Luckily, everything had shrunk proportionally, giving me breasts that were a good cup size smaller, hips that weren't nearly as wide, and an ass that, while still made of the same weirdly spongy material, didn't spread out so much when I sat of stick out as far when I stood.
What worked me far more than the change (remember, I had resigned myself to my fate by now) was that the roll of toilet paper had disappeared from my hand. "What the hell?!" I exclaimed, my new voice making me sound more pouty that angry.
"Isn't it obvious? You were prompted to make the wish because you were worried about being to short to reach the cabinet, so the wish made you to short to reach. And because you are to short, you couldn't have just stood up and gotten a roll."
"Great. Just great. And now how am I supposed to clean myself up?"
"I think a nice hot bath would perfect. It would get you clean, and I'm told submerging yourself in hot water can be a very soothing experience."
"Yeah, I think I'll pass." Accepting of my fate I may be, but I wasn't quite ready to have such an intimate moment with my new body. I stood up, intending to grab some Kleenexes, since I figure they were the next best thing to toilet paper, but immediately I wanted to sit down again.
I guess in my mad dash to the restroom, I had so much adrenaline pumping through my system I hadn't noticed the pain I was causing myself.
I could feel bruises forming on my back from my bra being pulled around by my bouncing breasts. My leg muscles ached slightly--they clearly weren't strong enough to move that fast comfortably, and my hips hurt because the way I was used to running was a way these new hips were too wide for. My butt also stung; I think my fatter cheeks had been slapping together and against my thighs painfully.
"See? I think I warm bath would be the perfect thing to erase those aches and pains."
"Fine," I consented, moving gingerly over to the bath to put the floor mat down. I had just removed and folded up my robe and panties, and was reaching for my bra (secretly hoping that the voice would stop when I removed it) when it started talking again.
"Hold on, let's try something." Before I could complain or ask what it was doing, the bra untied itself and wrapped one of its straps around my right hand, he one the granted wishes. "Since this girl still needs me to support her, I wish that I can exist in any and all of her clothes, or anything she is touching that could be construed as wearing, and I wish that when she is wearing nothing I can still exist as a disembodied voice in her head."
I learned to very important things just then. I would never be rid of this voice now, unless I walked are naked, and other people could still use my hand to make wishes, the same as the stone. "Okay, are you done now? I thought I was supposed to relax in the bath, but you just keep giving me more to think about."
"Sorry Dear. I just knew I had to do that before you took me off. Don't worry, I'll stay quiet as you relax."
"Thanks," I said sarcastically. After slipping of the bra, I turned the shower on warm, and waited till water was just a couple inches below the rim before turning it off and sinking in.
I let out a long slow moan of relief when I lay my head back against my bath pillow, the bubbles tumbling back in to cover up my body as the pleasurable scent of lavender filled my nose. How could I have wanted to resist this? I was so comfortable I felt like I could go to sleep. And for a while I just sat there, enjoying the feeling of warm currents caused by my rising and falling chest making the water eddy.
After a few minutes I was starting to get bored, but I didn't want to get out of the comfortable water, so I was looking for something to do. Then I remembered what Mom and Zoe always said they did when they had time for a long bath. When they told me as a guy it had sounded silly, but now I liked the idea. "I wish I have a book to read." Immediately a book appeared in my left hand (both were now perfectly dry for some reason). I eagerly opened it without even glancing at the cover, but realized from the first few pages it was a collection of erotica. Instantly wanting to put it down, I instead found myself quickly becoming engrossed by it. Well of course, I though to myself. You wished for a book to read, so you have to read it. I just hoped there was a prerequisite amount I had to read so I could stop, because otherwise this would be a long shower.
But I soon forgot to worry. The story I was reading was very well written as far as erotica goes, unlike the poor quality ramblings you sometimes found on the Internet, but it was also extremely sexual. It actually was something similar to my situation, with a normal guy being transformed into an extremely hot girl because of a magic spell. Surprisingly this didn't turn me off. No, I didn't turn me off at all...
I was only subconsciously aware of my right hand, which had been sitting idly on the edge of the bathtub, slipping below the water and cupping over one of my boobs. I gently began squeezing it, enjoying the wonderful feeling coursing through my body. I rushed through the rest of the short story, which must have been enough for the wish because I was now able to toss the book onto the counter and use both of my hands on my boobs.
I mashed them together, bounced them in my hands, and tweaked my nipples. A warm glow filled my entire body, but this was a different kind of magic from the stone's. I was so powerfully horny my brain was starting to fog over. My breath was coming in heavy, raged bursts, each punctuated by a powerful jiggle of my chest. How could I not have wanted this? These feelings alone made loosing my manliness worth it a hundred times over.
Like earlier, I slipped my right nipple into my mouth to suck on and slid my hand down to my nether regions. But this time I didn't pull back. I started tracing around my womanhood in slow, erotic circles, moving in towards the center until finally my middle finger slid between the folds of my pussy. Thrusting in an out, I slipped one, two more in, and then my whole hand, pumping in and out of my newly made cunt.
I felt dirty. I felt violated. I felt so powerfully horny I just didn't care. It was like a blazing fire had been lit inside me. I thrust harder and faster, churning up the water as my hand slid all the way in and my snatch clamped down tight on my wrist. I would have been screaming if my face wasn't full of my tit. And then...I exploded.
White hit magma courses throughout my body in the most powerful orgasm I had ever felt. Water gushed over the edge of the tub as I thrashed around wildly, slamming my head repeatedly into the bath pillow, my boobs flying around completely out of control. My face contorted in pleasure and pain, my eyes rolled back into my head. I think I might have been drooling I know I was screaming my head off, a high pitch shriek of I felt for sure would be heard the next county over. The tinny bit of my mind that was left tried desperately to pull out my hand, but my vagina hand clamped down so tight there was nothing I could do.
Finally, ever so slowly, the fire began to die out and I started to calm down. My pussy relaxed and my hand slid out with a pop, completely soaked in my own juices as well as the bath water. My raged breathing evened out, but I was so exhausted from what I had done that sleep washed over me instantly.
Author's Note for anyone else that wants to post sections. Normal speech will obviously use quote marks. When a person is just thinking to themselves their words are italicized. And when something is communicating telepathically, it is in quote marks and italicized. End Note
