Karyn drew the ribbon to her somehow, wondering what sort of woman Mr. Arthur dreamed of. Recalling how it worked last time, she spun the ribbon around herself tightly. "Tighter than last time," she thought to herself, "It felt really good last time, but this time it can be better." She even spun in place, willing the ribbon to wrap around and around. She almost felt like she was trembling now. It felt so good...but it was as if something was blocking her.
She became aware of a dull boiling heat in between her legs. She focused on the feeling there and felt a need to...push? She closed her eyes, concentrated and gave her hips a sharp thrust, feeling the warmth flow out from between her legs as her whole body warped and twisted. She felt a tug down there and opened her eyes to see her new penis rising to erection. Her flat, tanned, muscular chest with its well-defined six pack didn't obscure her view in the least. Long blond hair fell in the periphery of her vision. Complaining about being blond again was the last thing on her mind. She could feel the boiling sensation from before, which she now realized had been Roger...Mr. Mason's semen. Now that feeling was wrapped up in her new testicles, which like her new penis, seemed large to her.
She knew she should have been worried about this...she didn't want to be a guy! Was Mr. Arthur gay? But nothing seemed as important as finding a place to stick her new tool. She realized that she was just hanging on to standing where she was by a fingernail...and then she let go.
The darkness that enfolded her pulsed in a strong rhythm this time, but then she was in another bedroom. Her mother's bedroom, she thought dimly, as the fantasy moved into her mind. No, not her mother, she thought. Susan. A wonderful woman who deserved to have a little fun with HIM. "But, she..." Karyn started to think, but the thought was pushed away by the ribbon. Susan was already dreaming about what she wanted, what she needed, featuring the cute personal trainer from the gym. Like before, it was a little like watching and still like being there. But this time, it no mere preview, it was his guide. He pulled out the bottom of the covers on the bed and crawled underneath, placing his head between Susan's legs, licking her labia and bringing his lips in to slide across her clitoris.
Susan began to moan as stepped up his efforts. After a sharp cry announced her orgasm, she lay panting and gasping, "Wha- Wh-".
Karyn pulled himself up, over her, giving a huge smile as she stared at him.
"Han?" she asked, confused. "But you...OH!"
Susan's breasts were fascinating to Karyn now. He didn't understand why he hadn't spent all his time playing with his when he'd had them. The way they felt and moved, the way the area around the nipple crinkled up when he sucked at it for a moment and then blew a stream of cool air across it.
"Don't wake up, don't wake up," chanted Susan.
A tug at Karyn's groin reminded him of the real reason he was here. Certain that she was ready, he hauled himself up a little further into a new and yet completely familiar position. Then with a single thrust of his hips, he was into her. It was everything sex had been before and more. The penis was like a giant clitoris, only instead of the warmth of its hood and the friction of rubbing, this was like having the whole thing wrapped in a hot, wet, sheath that fit like a glove and squeezed like a hand. Karyn and Susan both cried out in ecstasy at the same moment. Five smooth, perfect strokes followed and Susan cried out each time, screaming for a good ten seconds at the last. Karyn hardly noticed as his whole supply of semen from earlier erupted out of him in strong spurts. If having sex like this had been great, the contractions that accompanied his orgasm now were indescribable.
With Susan passed out before him, Karyn gave her one last look before she realized that the ribbon was gone. "Home." she thought and the hot, pulsing darkness took him again, leaving him back in his room. He thought about finding some more women to fuck. "Yeah, fuck," he thought, "How else would you describe it? But... Unh. I've got nothing else. A fine, high caliber weapon like this, with an extensive magazine capacity...and I only had one shot? Fuck. Well, at least now I'm not tired. I feel supercharged. So let's see about getting back into my true form."
It felt almost like a rubber band snapping inside of her and then she was back to her post-wish form, blond hair, big boobs and all. She easily started shifting her form again, shrinking her breasts and changing her hair color as she started into the mirror. But she couldn't help but think that what she had wasn't quite right.
"What I really look like has to be inside me somewhere," she thought, "And I feel like I could do anything now, so this is the time and then this can all be before."
She focused her will, reached deep inside her and seized a hot, flaming core that was the essence of her self. Pouring her new-found energy into the process, she pulled her true form from the depths of her being brought it to the surface. A wash of fire ran up all around her as she seemed to shed her skin, finally getting free of all this shapeshifting.
She stretched luxuriously, raising her arms above her head and bending backwards, enjoying the sensation of her tail coming to full rigid extension, effectively adding another few feet to her spine and enhancing the just-woke-up stretch. Then she leaned forward and spread her wings, stretching those too.
Wings? Tail? She quickly stepped over to her mirror and saw herself. She looked like herself, but with even bigger boobs, red leathery wings on her back, a twitching tail with a classic devil's point and two small red horns protruding from her forehead.
"Fuck," said Karyn.
At least her hair was red again.
