I Wanna Be Cocky N Confident On Here, Talking About How Much I Can Take In My Holes N All The Things

It’s the only way I cum now either bouncing on a toy stuck to the wall or a curved vibrator inside my & a vibrator against my soft clittie

Cum for daddy

Good Girl

The room still spins. I look over at you sleeping on the bed naked after another one of our torrid lovemaking sessions and I have an idea. With a calculating grin and a smirk, I gently tie your hands to the bedpost with some soft silk scarves.

I move down between your legs and tease your hard cock with my tongue. I can taste the remaining bits of our combined cum on you which makes me even more excited. I take just the head of your cock into my mouth and suck on it gently while my tongue swirls around the tip. I move slowly down on your cock taking it into my mouth inch by inch.

I hear you moan as you begin to awaken. You automatically reach to run your fingers through my hair when you realize that I have you restrained. You pull at the ties hoping to break lose of them and take me. The slowness that I'm taking you into my mouth and teasing you with my tongue has you crazy with lust. Your hips arch up to try to meet my mouth but I pull back away from you just enough to keep your cock from pushing deep into my mouth.

You feel my hands cradle your balls as I pull my mouth off your hard cock. I see some pre-cum oozing from the tip and bend over once again to lick the yummy drop off of you looking into your eyes as I taste you. You once again try to push your cock up into my mouth. I look into your eyes shaking my head to tell you "no." The shaking of my head brings my tongue slowly back and forth across the head of your cock.

"Please baby, please," you beg me. "Please take my whole cock in your sweet hot mouth. I need to cum…."

I ignore your pleas and move my mouth from your cock. I can hear your groan of frustration. I push my head down between your legs and start licking your balls. Your groans turn into moans as I begin to lick your balls. I gently take them into my mouth and suck on them. My hands find your cock and slowly stroke it while I'm sucking your balls. I can feel your body shiver from excitement and anticipation. I move away from your balls and begin licking from your sack to your ass. I feel you shiver as I rim your ass with my tongue lightly.

I pull away from you and straddle your legs. You watch as my fingers roam down and begin to finger my own pussy. I pull my fingers away from my pussy to show you the wetness covering them. My hot, naked, shaven cunt begins to grind against your cock. I offer my fingers to you to clean. You eagerly suck on them while you feel the juice from my pussy dripping all over your cock. Your cock feels so good rubbing against the outside of my pussy. I lean over brushing your lips with my nipples.

I lean over to kiss you, nibbling on your lips and sucking your tongue into my mouth. "Beg me," I whisper to you. "Beg me."

"Please baby, I'll do anything. Please make me cum. I need you to let me cum. I need this… oh fuck… I need you." You whisper back to me.

I reach between us and slowly guide your cock into my pussy. I sink down on it with a whimper. I bury your cock in my pussy feeling it stretch me in all directions. It feels so good inside me. I look deep into your eyes as my face shows the obvious signs of the pleasure your cock is bringing me. "Mmmmmmmmm" I moan as I ride your big hard cock. I almost wish you weren't tied so that I could feel your hands roam my ass. I begin squeezing my own nipples lost in ecstasy as I pump up and down on your cock.

Your moans grow louder and we are both panting, gasping for air. I feel your body tense under mine. I push my pussy all the way down onto your cock and demand "cum for me now!"

"Oh my goddddd…" you moan as you erupt shooting your cum deep into my pussy. The feeling of your hot cum squirting in me sets me over the edge as well. "Ohhhhh yesssssss!" I scream as I cum all over your cock.

My knees feel weak and my whole body is trembling. I pull myself off your cock and begin to clean it tasting all your sweet cum mixed with my own. When I finish cleaning you I reach up and untie your hands. You immediately push me down under you and kiss me hard and deeply tasting us both on my lips. 

"You're next." You say smiling and reaching for the ties, "Lay down on you stomach on the bed, hold your hands above your head, and open your legs," You order me. I lie down on the bed and spread myself. You stand over me and grab one of my hands, tying it to the bedpost. With delicate care you move to the other side and tie my other hand as you did the first. Then you take my feet and tie them to the bedpost. I am securely held in place, unable to move at all. My cunt and asshole feel open and exposed to your whim.

You stand over me, admiring your work. "That's the way I like to see you, tied up and open to me. And I know you like it too, don't you slut?" you growl.

"Yes… yes  I do." I reply. It feels good to be used by you, treated as your girl-toy.

"Now let’s get you prepared," you say in seductive tones. You go to the play chest and find an eight-inch dildo and three-inch butt plug. Without another word you shove three fingers deep into my already wet pussy and slowly finger fuck me. After a couple of minutes, you pull them out and say, "Look at how wet my fingers are. You are a horny slut!! Now clean my fingers for me." You take your dripping wet fingers and place them in my mouth. I suck on them, tasting our combined cum on your beautiful fingers. You stop and direct the dildo to my opening and feed it into my hungry vagina. It feels good as my cunt swallows it. I let out a low whimper and beg you as you begged me, "Please fuck me."

"Not yet slut, we haven't even started yet," you scold me.

You hold the butt plug and apply a liberal amount of lubricant to it. You gently spread my ass cheeks with one hand and slowly enter my asshole with the plug. My ass burns as it opens up, then settles down as it becomes accustomed to the intruder. I am fully stuffed and loving the feeling building within me.

"Now you look absolutely beautiful," you tell me, further admiring your work. "This is how you belong, tied up, and stuffed just like the slut that you are. Your round ass looks so perfect." My heart flutters at your words.

Without another word, you slap my ass hard with your bare hand, burning my cheek at the impact and making my pussy even wetter. "That's just for starters!" You then present our paddle in front of my face.

"You drained me so I'm going to make a sandwich for lunch. You wait here, I'll be back for you later," you joke. "Get a good look at that paddle, you'll feel more of it soon."

With that you walk away, closing the door. Immediately I am aware of the complete silence except for my own breathing and heartbeat. It is so eerie to be so completely immobile. I look at the paddle and my ass burns from the idea that it would be slapping my round, sensitive cheeks soon.

My leg itches, but I am unable to scratch. Slowly it grows to torture, then dies away, only to be replaced by another itch on my arm. The cycle continues endlessly, driving me crazy with the urge to scratch, yet unable to do even that simple task.

My pussy and asshole scream for relief too, yet I am unable to do that. I try to rotate my hips to move the dildo and butt plug, yet to no avail. It is maddeningly frustrating.

After what feels like an eternity, you return, a smile on your face. "Have you gotten to know the paddle, because your ass is going to become acquainted with it?" You snicker. You walk over to me and remove the paddle from in front of my face.

You slowly walk around me, looking down at me. Suddenly you strike my ass on my left cheek, pain burning into me. You strike me again, and again, alternating between butt cheeks. The pain pours into me, going right into the depths of my sex. It is excruciating and erotic all at the same time. After the fist half dozen slaps my mind wanders and focus’s on my pussy entirely. I am in Heaven and I know you are as aroused as I am.

Without warning you stop my beating. My ass glows from the heat of your impacts. I burn with desire to please you, and hope I am. "Look at that cute red ass of yours. It looks good enough to fuck. I think I will do just that."

You spread my ass and removed my butt plug. I ache from having it removed. I want it replaced. My pussy is soaked; I needed to serve you… please you… pleasure you.

You walk towards me, your big cock bouncing, your heavy balls ripe with fresh sperm. I desire you. I want you inside of me. You lube yourself up and straddle me. "Are you ready to be butt fucked, slut?”

"Please fuck me!!" I reply, with a sexual moan as I feel the tip of your manhood probe at my entrance.

Mmmmmmmmmm, that feels amazing. You can only groan in frustration because I have no hands with which to touch you and pull you into me. You tease me but refuse to penetrate me as I desire. Then you kiss me. Soft kisses, all over my face -- my mouth first of course, then my eyes, my neck and all along my jawline.

You return to my mouth and kiss me like a lover. Like a man who cannot sit still because he is so hard with his need for my body. To be inside me, thrusting against me. But instead you use your tongue on my skin. Down the center of my chest and then up and around my breast. You use your hand to hold me and lick my nipple, suck on it until it's as hard as you are, until it is as erect as your cock. I can feel your hips thrusting against the bed, against my leg and I'm getting more anxious to have you fuck me.

You ease down my stomach and spread my legs, touching me and you feel how wet I am for you. How slick my cunt is, how ready I am for you to be inside me. Still you refuse to penetrate me and, instead, use your fingers to stroke me, to make my body thrust against yours. I'm going to cum again and I want you to feel how my body shudders. I want you to hear me whimper your name when I cum.

I know you want to use your mouth on me; I can see that frustration on your face as your fingers continue to stroke me. You put your fingers in your mouth, tasting me, and then kiss me again. I want your tongue in my mouth before you put your cock inside me, driving me to a greater frenzy of need, the need to have your seed deep within me.

Hmmm, I want that right now, I think, but lick me first. Tell me why I should wait when I want you to fuck me right now. Hard and fast. Thrusting inside of me, deeper and deeper, making me scream your name as I cum again.

“I want you, I want you, I want you inside me. Everything else can wait. I cannot. Fuck me right now.”

You guide your erection, not to my pussy as I expected, but nuzzle it against my taboo hole. You’re going to fuck my ass first and place the tip at my tight opening. Slowly you slide it in, my ass hole opening to your tool. We both grunt as you force it all the way in, then slowly withdraw it. I cry out, no longer able to make words. I just whimper and moan as you use me as a toy. My pussy is drooling, now my ass is stuffed.

As you started to pump my ass with your cock, you lay down on top of me, my breasts pressing into the bed. I can feel my nipples grow hard as you use me. You grab my restrained hands and start biting my ear as I feel your hips rise and lower to fuck me.

You whisper in my ear as you fuck my ass, "You are such a whore, letting me butt fuck you. I love you for it." Your words strike my heart with a powerful force. I feel your love as you use me for your pleasure.

You continue to fuck me, my orgasm rising like a tide. You sense me close to orgasm and quicken your speed, slamming into my ass. Just as I am ready to let go you stop. I fee the emptiness in my bowels as you withdraw from my gaping hole. I beg for you to continue but you have other ideas.

You deftly release the ties and roll me onto my back before securig me in this new position.

This time there is no foreplay, you put my legs up over your shoulders and slam your cock into my pussy as hard as you can. I am so wet that you'll slide right in. As deep in me as you can go. And ride me until I stop talking to you. Until I am so breathless that I can only gasp, pulling against the ties that hold me here, unable to touch you. Unable to dig my fingers into your ass, pulling/pushing you deeper into me. Holding you there when you cum inside me. Pouring yourself into me. Crying my name as you cum. Only this time you groan it, your mouth against the skin of my calf. Biting me as you cum inside me. And I'm whimpering your name, unable to hold onto any other thought in my head except for the absolute pleasure of you fucking me.

I cum in several waves, each more powerful than the other. I let out a yelp at each one. As I peaked I went limp, unable to think rationally. But slowly my world returns. I feel ou pull your cock from me. I am so wet and so open, seeping your sperm down my thighs.

You untie me and take me into your arms. All I can do is whimper as you cuddle me. You take one of my breasts into your mouth and suckle, rocking me gently and telling me what a good girl I am.

Yes bring it on!!! I also want my belly to swell and my breasts to fill with milk

Learning How a Woman Should Be Treated

Dan sat in the center of his group, his voice already slurred as he waved his beer bottle around to emphasize whatever nonsense he was spinning at the moment. His friends Travis, Keith, and Benny leaned in, laughing, egging him on, and taking turns sharing in his crude jokes and boisterous energy. 

“So, I’m tellin’ ya,” he slurred, as he spotted a tall, stunning woman across the bar. She had her back to them, chatting with another guy. “That right there? That’s what I’m talkin’ about.” He jabbed his beer bottle toward her, a grin creeping onto his face. “Classy on the outside, but you know there’s always more underneath.”

Benny nudged him. “Bro, go talk to her. Show her who’s boss.”

Dan chuckled, not needing much of a push. “Watch and learn, boys.”

He sauntered over, putting on what he probably thought was an irresistible grin, and slipped up beside her. “Hey there,” he said, his voice dripping with exaggerated charm. “Mind if I buy you a drink? Or are you one of those who doesn’t know how to have a good time?”

The woman turned, her expression polite but clearly unamused. “Thanks, but I’m good,” she replied, her voice smooth and dismissive.

“Oh, come on,” he pressed, leaning closer. “Just one drink. Loosen up a little, yeah?”

She shook her head with a small, tolerant smile. “I appreciate it, but I’m not interested.”

The rejection stung more than it should have, and Dan’s smile faltered. He leaned in further, lowering his voice. “Don’t have to play hard-to-get. You and me. One drink, and I’ll show you a good time.”

Something in her gaze shifted. She looked him up and down with a look that made his stomach turn. Her lips curved into a slight smirk, and she lifted a hand, gesturing lightly toward his forehead, her fingers trailing just close enough that he felt a faint tingle. Dan blinked, feeling a strange haze settle over him.

When he opened his eyes again, she was gone. He stumbled back to his friends, muttering, “Whatever. Stuck-up… couldn’t handle me.”

Keith snickered. “She blew you off, didn’t she?”

Dan rolled his eyes, waving a dismissive hand. “Forget her. I don’t need someone like that.”

But he felt a strange heaviness set in, like he’d been drained. He shook it off, plastering on his cocky smile again as he raised his glass. “Let’s get another round. I’ll take care of it,” he said.

It wasn’t long before Dan felt his vision blurring. At some point, he remembered the guys slapping his back, shouting that they’d see him tomorrow, and then… his living room. His couch looked comfy.  He threw off his shirt and pants and passed out.. 

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Dan groaned, his head pulsing in sync with his heartbeat, the taste of stale beer still on his tongue. Blinking against the daylight flooding his living room, he sat up slowly, feeling oddly… off. Every movement made his stomach churn, but he forced himself up, stumbling towards the bathroom.

Reaching down to steady himself and relieve his bladder, his hand met… nothing.

“What the…” His eyes snapped open, adrenaline cutting through the haze of his hangover. Where there should have been a familiar presence, his hand found only smooth skin. Frantically, he stared down at himself, barely processing what he saw. Soft curves, bare skin that felt unfamiliar and wrong. His mind raced, but he struggled to put together any coherent thought other than a primal, all-consuming no.

He staggered to the mirror, heart hammering as he took in his reflection. Wide eyes, high cheekbones, soft, disheveled blonde hair. None of it was his. Yet somehow, it all was.

Dan stumbled back, his hand flying to his mouth. This has to be a nightmare. Maybe I’m still drunk… or hallucinating… or something.

But his pounding headache reminded him of the very real hangover he was enduring. He reached up, running his hands over his face, feeling the unfamiliar softness of his skin, the strange shape of his jaw. Each touch confirmed the terrifying reality: his body was undeniably, unmistakably female.

“Oh… oh god,” he whispered, his voice soft, higher-pitched than he’d ever heard it, even in his worst moments of mockery. Panic began to claw its way through his confusion, making his heart race. “What happened last night?

Dan’s fingers shook as he picked up his phone, his heart racing as he waited for the call to connect. It picked up, and he heard Keith’s groggy voice on the other end.

“Hello?”

“Keith, you have to come over right now,” Dan said, his voice coming out in a soft, almost lilty tone that made him cringe. It sounded nothing like him.

There was a pause. “…Uh, who is this?”

Dan closed his eyes, trying to keep his cool. “It’s me, dude! It’s Dan!”

Keith snorted. “Very funny. Who put you up to this? Is this, like, a prank or something?”

“No! Keith, it’s actually me!” Dan insisted, frustration creeping into his voice. “I know it sounds insane, but I woke up… I woke up as… as a girl.” He could hardly bring himself to say it out loud, but the words tumbled out before he could stop them.

Keith burst out laughing. “Yeah, sure, Dan. Nice try. You sound nothing like him.”

Dan gritted his teeth. “Keith, I swear, if you don’t get over here right now, I’m going to—” He stopped, realizing that the threat sounded ridiculous in his new voice. “Please, just trust me! I know I don’t sound like myself, but it’s really me. I need your help.”

Keith chuckled again, clearly unconvinced. “Okay, whoever you are, you’re not even close to sounding like Dan. Dan’s not gonna say he needs help, let alone beg for it.”

Dan sighed, his tone slipping to something softer, almost pleading without him meaning to. “Keith, please. I’m freaking out over here, and I don’t know who else to call. Just, like… just come over, alright? I really need you.” His voice sounded more desperate with each word, and Dan could hardly believe how helpless he sounded.

Keith’s laughter faded a bit. “…Wait, are you actually serious?”

“Yes! Please just come over. I’m… I don’t know what’s going on, and I’m really scared.” The words came out softer than he intended, almost like a whisper, and Dan felt his face flush.

There was a long pause, and then finally, Keith sighed. “Alright, fine. I don’t know what kind of weird prank this is, but I’m coming over. Just… don’t go anywhere.”

Dan let out a shaky breath, relief flooding him. “Thank you. I’ll be here… I just… need someone to help me figure this out.”

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Dan paced around his living room, his thoughts racing. He’d pulled on a loose white t-shirt and some black joggers, doing his best to ignore the unsettling fit of the clothes against his new frame. Every time he moved, he could feel how different his body was, but he tried to shake it off.

When the knock at the door finally came, he almost sprinted to open it. Keith was standing there, looking around, clearly confused. But as his eyes landed on Dan, his expression shifted to one of shock and then suspicion.

“Uh… who are you?” Keith asked, squinting. “Where’s Dan?”

Dan sighed, exasperated. “Keith, it’s me. I told you, I woke up like this.” He gestured to himself, trying not to cringe as he looked down at his small, delicate hands. “I know it sounds crazy, but I’m Dan!”

Keith laughed, shaking his head. “Nice try. Dan must’ve put you up to this, right? Good one. But there’s no way you’re him.”

Dan crossed his arms, feeling his frustration boil over. “Keith, remember that time in college you got so hammered you tried to wrestle a statue and had to be carried back to the dorms by security? Who else would know that?”

Keith’s laughter faltered. “…Okay, that’s… kind of specific.”

“And who helped you hide that weird collection of swords from your mom when she came over last month?” Dan pressed, raising an eyebrow.

Keith’s eyes widened, his confidence wavering. “Alright, alright. Stop. You’re starting to freak me out.” He took a step back, eyeing Dan as if seeing him for the first time. “Are you… are you actually Dan?”

“Yes!” Dan said, exasperated. “Do you think I’d go through all this trouble for a joke?”

Keith rubbed his face, looking completely thrown. “Alright… so you’re… a girl now?” He took in the sight of Dan’s clothes hanging awkwardly on his slender frame. “Dude, what happened to you?”

“I don’t know!” Dan threw his hands up, pacing again. “I went out, had way too much to drink, and I woke up like this. I don’t remember anything weird happening, but here I am!”

They sat down, trying to brainstorm any possible explanation. They talked about curses, bad dreams, even some weird science experiment gone wrong. But every idea seemed more ridiculous than the last, and Dan could feel his patience wearing thin.

“Man, this is pointless,” Dan groaned, grabbing his controller. “Let’s just play some games until my head stops spinning, okay?”

Keith, still a little dazed, picked up his own controller. “Uh, yeah… sure.”

But as the game started, Dan realized something was wrong. Usually, he could wipe the floor with Keith. But now, his reflexes felt off, his focus scattered. Keith won round after round, a smug grin spreading across his face. As they played, he found himself biting his lower lip, a habit he’d never had before.

“Ugh, not fair,” he whined, tossing his controller down in frustration. He jumped to his feet, scowling. “I swear, I’m just off today or something…”

Keith stared, slack-jawed, and Dan looked down, realizing with horror that his clothes had somehow transformed. Gone was his t-shirt and joggers. Instead, he was wearing a tight white crop top that hugged his chest, paired with low-waisted black pants that hung suggestively on his hips, accentuating the curves he’d been trying to ignore.

“Wha—how did this…?” Dan trailed off, his face burning as he looked up at Keith’s stunned expression.

Keith cleared his throat, awkwardly glancing away. “Dude, I think this… girl thing might be affecting you more than you thought.

Dan stared down at his new outfit, a mix of anger and embarrassment bubbling up inside him. His hands instinctively moved to cover his midriff, and he tugged at the crop top, as if trying to stretch it down to cover more skin. It was a useless effort, but he couldn’t help himself. He felt exposed, vulnerable, and weirdly self-conscious. His hands kept fidgeting, smoothing down the waistband of his pants, his fingers brushing his flat, toned stomach.

Keith was watching him, concerned. “Uh… dude, you good?”

Dan shot him an annoyed look, feeling his cheeks warm. “Obviously not! This is…” He paused, catching himself. “…like, so messed up!” The words slipped out, sounding wrong, almost… whiny. He cleared his throat, trying to shake off the strange tone. “I mean… whatever.”

Keith glanced over, trying not to laugh. “Uh… Dan, are you… pouting right now?”

Dan crossed his arms tightly over his chest, huffing softly as he shot Keith a glare. “I don’t know, Keith,” he said, almost snapping. “Maybe if you were actually helping instead of just making fun of me.”

Keith bit his lip, clearly trying to hold back laughter. “Alright, alright, I’ll be serious,” he said, holding back a chuckle. But he still couldn’t stop looking at Dan with a mix of amazement and disbelief.

Dan shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his hand on his hip without even thinking about it, his fingers drumming on his thigh. “This is, like… so stressful,” he mumbled, feeling the urge to just… stomp his foot in frustration. Instead, he let out a dramatic sigh, looking up at Keith with wide, pleading eyes. “Can we just… I dunno, do something about this?”

Keith gave him a long look, trying to stay serious but obviously struggling. “Sure… let’s think. But maybe put on some new clothes first?”

Dan nodded, brushing his hair out of his face with a little flick of his wrist. “Thank you,” he said.

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Dan rummaged through his closet, looking for anything that might make him feel more like himself. The reflection staring back at him was undeniably feminine, no matter how hard he tried to deny it. The blonde hair, the delicate features. It was all so wrong.

Finally, he pulled out a white dress shirt, a pair of black dress pants, and a tie. This’ll work. At least I’ll look masculine, he thought, pulling on the clothes as quickly as possible.

Dan stormed back into the living room. The oversized dress shirt hung loosely off his shoulders, the tie knotted clumsily around his neck, and the dress pants were baggy, practically falling down his hips. He had to roll the sleeves up several times to even see his hands. He looked ridiculous, but at least he was covered.

Keith raised an eyebrow, trying not to laugh. “Uh, dude, that’s a… look.”

Dan slumped onto the couch, crossing his legs instinctively and tugging at the dress shirt in a futile attempt to make it fit better. “Whatever, okay?” he huffed, tapping his nails impatiently on the table. “This is, like, the best I could do.” He didn’t notice the way he was flicking his wrist with each tap, nails clicking in an almost rhythmic, absent-minded pattern.

As they started brainstorming again, Dan’s words started slipping, getting breathier and a little… slower. “So, like, maybe I just… I dunno… wished too hard to be, like, someone hotter or something?” His eyes drifted as he spoke, and his gaze turned up toward Keith with an innocent, slightly confused expression.

Keith watched, biting his lip as he saw the outfit Dan had put on begin to shift in real time. The baggy dress pants started to shrink, the material pulling tight against Dan’s hips and then sliding upward, reforming into a dangerously short, red plaid skirt. The waistband hugged his slender waist, and the skirt barely covered him, flaring out flirtatiously over his thighs.

At the same time, the dress shirt shifted as well, the fabric drawing tighter across his chest, pulling up and up until it barely hung on his shoulders. It transformed into a cropped, sheer white blouse with puffy sleeves, and the front tied itself into a neat little knot just below his bust. The tie stayed in place but had shrunk as well, forming a slim, playful accessory that hung loosely around his neck, adding to the look’s provocative vibe.

Dan blinked, still talking, oblivious to the changes. “And, like, ugh, why does everything feel so complicated right now?” His fingers continued to tap on the table, this time with a new purpose, his painted nails clinking rhythmically against the wood. “Maybe… maybe I just need to, like, take a selfie or something to see what’s really going on?” he suggested, twirling a lock of his blonde hair absentmindedly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Keith stared, almost speechless. “Dan, um… dude… do you not see what you’re wearing right now?”

Dan glanced down, his lips parting as he took in the new outfit. “Wait, what?” He paused, tugging at the tiny skirt, his eyes wide with a mix of confusion and disbelief. “Oh my god, how did this even… like, happen?” He didn’t seem to notice that his tone had slipped from anger to a kind of dazed curiosity, almost as if he were more fascinated than alarmed.

He tugged on the sheer blouse, pressing his hands to his waist, giving a little pout without realizing it. “This is, like, so embarrassing,” he murmured, casting a pleading look at Keith, his wide eyes soft and almost innocent. “Can’t we just… like, figure this out? I feel, like, super weird right now.”

Keith cleared his throat, trying to pull his focus back. “Yeah… we’ll, uh, figure it out. But maybe… stop messing with your hair?”

Dan sat there, fidgeting with the hem of his skirt, mind spinning. His eyes drifted to Keith, who was sitting across from him, looking concerned and focused. Dan found himself staring, his thoughts going fuzzy. He’s being so nice, he thought, a strange warmth bubbling up inside him. And he’s… kinda cute.

“Uh… Dan?” Keith’s voice jolted him back, and Dan blinked, realizing he’d been leaning in, staring at him.

Dan blinked, his hand frozen mid-twirl. “Oh! Sorry,” he giggled, his cheeks flushing pink. 

Keith gave him a puzzled smile. “This is all so crazy.  Are you alright?”

Dan fiddled with a strand of his blonde hair, glancing down with a shy smile. “I’m fine. Just… thanks for helping me out. You’re, like… a really sweet friend.”

Keith chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, yeah… anytime, man.”

“So… like, what were we talking about again?”

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Keith took that as a cue.  He made a decision. “Alright, I think I’ll head over to the bar, see if anyone remembers anything weird from last night. Maybe someone saw what happened to you.”

Dan’s face lit up. “Oh my gosh, Keith, that would be, like, so helpful!” Without thinking, he jumped up and threw his arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. He could feel the warmth of Keith’s body, the solidness of his chest, and he found himself snuggling in, letting out a soft sigh. “Thank you so much!”

Keith froze, his face turning a little pink as he felt Dan’s soft form pressing against him, and the faint scent of whatever that Dan’s new form seemed to carry. He shifted, feeling confused and… unexpectedly warm himself. This is Dan, he reminded himself, but it was hard to ignore how close Dan was, or the way his body felt in the skimpy outfit.

“Uh, yeah, no problem…” he managed, awkwardly patting Dan’s back. He pulled back, but not before he caught Dan’s wide, grateful smile up close, which sent another confusing jolt through him. Man, my friend is… weirdly hot.

Dan let go, still smiling. “Good luck, Keith! I’ll be, like, here if you need me.” He gave him a little wave, eyes bright with gratitude.

Keith swallowed, giving a stiff nod as he headed toward the door, trying to shake off the strange feelings he was having.

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Keith entered the bar. It was early and the place was mostly empty, with the faint sounds of glasses clinking and the bartender prepping for the night. He recognized the guy behind the counter as the same bartender from the night before. Keith took a deep breath, trying to piece together what he was going to say. There’s no easy way to explain this, he thought, deciding to just rip the bandaid off.

He walked up to the bar and cleared his throat. “Hey, uh, I was here last night with my buddy Dan… and, um… something weird happened to him.” Keith pulled out his phone and showed the bartender a recent picture of Dan in his usual guy form, his eyes silently pleading not to sound insane.

The bartender glanced at the photo, then smirked, stifling a laugh. “Okay, let me guess, something happened, and now he’s not looking… quite like himself?”

Keith’s eyes widened. “Yeah! Exactly! You know about this?”

The bartender shrugged, polishing a glass with a knowing smile. “Depends. Tell me, does your friend Dan treat women with respect?”

Keith winced, feeling his face go hot. “Uh… well, I mean… Dan can be… a little rough around the edges. He can act like a jerk sometimes, especially after a few drinks.”

The bartender snorted. “Yeah, that tracks. Look, Lily’s got a bit of a… reputation around here. Most guys don’t get more than a cold shoulder or maybe a scathing look if they act out of line. But every now and then, a special kind of asshole catches her attention. And, well… she has a way of giving them a lesson they’ll never forget.”

Keith swallowed, nodding slowly. “So… you’re saying Dan somehow… triggered this? And she… did this to him?”

The bartender’s grin widened. “Seems that way. Lily doesn’t like it when men act like jerks, but when she decides someone deserves a little extra treatment…” He trailed off, shrugging. “Well, you’ve seen the result.”

Keith rubbed the back of his neck, glancing down in embarrassment. “Is there… any way to reverse it? I mean, Dan’s kind of freaking out.”

The bartender shook his head. “Can’t say I know the details. But Lily usually swings by here most nights. If you want answers, she’s the one to ask.”

Keith nodded, his determination hardening. “Alright. Thanks. I’ll come back later and see if I can catch her.”

The bartender raised his glass in a little salute. “Good luck with that, man. And, uh, maybe let Dan know, if he ever goes back to normal, he might want to rethink the way he talks to women.”

Keith left, feeling a mix of relief and worry. He had a plan, but he also knew that if Lily really did have some kind of… power, he’d have to approach this carefully.

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Keith knocked on the door, calling out, “Dan? You in there?” When he didn’t get a response, he pushed the door open, stepping inside.

“Dan?” he called, his voice echoing in the quiet apartment. As he turned the corner, his eyes widened, stopping dead in his tracks. There, in the doorway to the bedroom, was a knockout standing in a skimpy lace bra, matching thong, and thigh-high stockings. Dan leaned casually against the door frame, a soft, dreamy expression on his face.

“Oh my gosh, Keith!” Dan squealed, breaking into a bright smile. “Like, thank god you’re back. I keep putting on clothes, but, like, everything just turns into this!” He gestured down at himself, his hands brushing over the lace outfit. “And… and, like, I’m all… I dunno, weirdly turned on or something, and I don’t even know what to do!” He giggled, sounding flustered yet amused, his fingers playing with a strand of his blonde hair.

Keith’s mouth went dry, his brain struggling to process the scene in front of him. “Uh… Dan… you’re… you’re saying you still can’t put on normal clothes?”

Dan pouted, looking helpless. “I’m trying, okay? But everything turns all… sexy on me.” He leaned closer, batting his lashes as he looked up at Keith with wide, innocent eyes. “And now I’m, like… super, super horny, and I don’t even know why! Do you, like, have any idea how I can, um, fix it?”

Keith’s face flushed as he looked away, trying to gather himself. “Uh… Dan, maybe… maybe it’s just… part of this curse or whatever?” he stammered, avoiding eye contact as best as he could.

Dan sighed, stepping even closer, his voice soft and pleading. “Keith, this is, like, driving me crazy. Can’t you just… help me figure out what to do?” He placed a hand gently on Keith’s arm, looking up at him with a needy expression.

Keith cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably as he struggled to keep his thoughts straight. “Let’s… let’s just focus on finding Lily, alright? Maybe she’ll know how to break this… um, spell or whatever.”

Dan pouted but nodded, crossing his arms in a way that only emphasized his figure. “Fine,” he said, his voice dropping into a sweet, breathy tone. “But, like, hurry, okay? ‘Cause I don’t know how much longer I can, like, hold out.” He gave Keith a little wink, leaving him both flustered and determined to figure out a way to help his friend.

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Keith drove with white knuckles on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched as he tried to keep his focus on the road. Dan, sitting beside him in the passenger seat, was lounging back with a lazy, dreamy smile on his face, absently stroking his exposed thigh. The little black dress Dan wore was the most modest outcome of several attempts at getting dressed.  Every now and then, he’d let out a sigh, casting a sultry glance Keith’s way.

Keith pushed open the door to the bar, glancing around as Dan stepped in beside him, practically clinging to his arm. Keith tried to ignore the way Dan looked now. The dress clung to him like a second skin, showing off a scandalously high hemline that accentuated his long, toned legs, which ended in a pair of strappy black heels.

Dan teetered on his heels, leaning closer to Keith, his glossy lips curving into a flirtatious smile. “Ooh, this place is, like, so cute!” he giggled, batting his lashes. He let out a soft sigh, pressing his chest against Keith’s arm in a way that made Keith feel all kinds of uncomfortable. “Keith, you’re, like, such a good friend for helping me with all this. I dunno what I’d do without you,” Dan purred, gazing up at him with wide, doe-like eyes.

Keith swallowed, trying to keep his gaze anywhere but on Dan. “Uh, yeah, no problem,” he mumbled, steering them both toward the bar. Just get through this, he told himself, find Lily, and get this fixed.

Dan looked around the dim bar, his gaze lingering on a few patrons who were openly staring at him. He didn’t seem bothered by it. In fact, he looked almost pleased. He tossed his hair over his shoulder, letting out a breathy giggle, and leaned even closer to Keith. “Gosh, it’s, like, really warm in here, don’t you think?” he murmured, his fingers lightly tracing over Keith’s arm. “Do you think… people are, like, looking at me?” He whispered the last part, sounding both surprised and a little thrilled.

Keith clenched his jaw, doing his best to ignore the attention Dan was attracting. “Yeah, maybe a little,” he muttered, glancing away. “Just… focus, alright?”

Dan pouted, poking his bottom lip out and giving Keith a look that was both petulant and oddly seductive. “But, like, it’s so hard to focus right now,” he whined softly, his fingers absentmindedly playing with the hem of his dress, almost as if he were teasing himself or maybe even Keith. “I just feel, like, so weird, you know? Like… tingly.” He gave Keith a pointed look, a small, playful smile on his lips.

Keith fought to keep his composure, working very hard to ignore the nipples poking out prominently in Dan’s dress and instead focusing on scanning the bar. But Dan wasn’t making it easy, especially when he let out a soft, dreamy sigh, his fingers tracing up Keith’s arm again.

“Keith… do you think I’m… like… pretty?” Dan asked, his voice low and sultry, his eyes sparkling. He leaned in closer, his lips just inches from Keith’s ear. “I don’t know why, but, like, I keep feeling all… distracted around you.”

Keith cleared his throat, pulling back just enough to create a little space between them. “Dan, this is really not the time, alright?” he muttered, struggling to keep his tone steady.

Dan just giggled, clearly unfazed, and gave him a playful nudge. “You’re, like, so serious. Lighten up!” He tilted his head, pouting adorably. “Can’t we just, like… have a little fun?”

Keith’s eyes continued to scan the room until he spotted the bartender, who was watching them with raised eyebrows. His gaze flicked from Dan, clinging to Keith’s arm, to a woman a few seats down at the bar. The bartender gave Keith a slight nod, subtly indicating her direction.

Keith tightened his grip on Dan’s arm, pulling him toward the woman. Dan stumbled a little, letting out a surprised giggle as he clung tighter to Keith, pressing against him in a way that made Keith’s cheeks turn red. “Oh my gosh, Keith,” Dan whispered, his voice dripping with sweetness. “Where are we going? Not that it matters, I’ll follow you anywhere.”

“To find some answers,” Keith muttered, keeping his gaze fixed on the woman at the bar. She turned as they approached, a knowing smile already playing at her lips, her eyes full of amusement as she took in the sight of Dan clinging to Keith’s side.

“Hi,” Keith said, a bit stiffly, glancing down at Dan, who was still leaning against him, batting his lashes and swaying slightly. “I’m Keith, and… this is Dan. We were told you might know something about… this.” He gestured to Dan, whose flirtatious smile hadn’t faded, even as Keith’s tone turned serious.

The woman nodded slowly, her smile never wavering. “I might,” she said, her voice smooth, almost melodic. “And yes, I did this to your friend Dan here. He needed a lesson.”

Dan tilted his head, looking at her with a mix of confusion and fascination. “Wait… you did this?” he asked, sounding half-dazed, as if the realization was only slowly sinking in. “But, like… why? I didn’t do anything…”

The woman’s gaze sharpened slightly, though her smile remained. “Didn’t do anything? A man who doesn’t respect boundaries tends to learn best when he experiences a little… change in perspective.” Her eyes sparkled as she glanced Dan up and down. “And you, my dear, needed a new perspective.”

Keith cleared his throat, trying to steer the conversation. “So… is there a way to reverse this? Dan’s had enough of a… lesson, don’t you think?”

The woman leaned back. “That’s really up to the person affected,” she said, her tone evasive. “Some men realize their mistakes quickly and find their way back. Others…” Her gaze lingered on Dan, who was fidgeting, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the curve of his dress as he leaned into Keith. “…never change back at all. It depends on how much they embrace the change, you see.”

Dan giggled softly, his fingers twirling a lock of his blonde hair as he looked up at Keith with wide, adoring eyes. “Keith, she’s, like, so mysterious,” he murmured, almost dreamily, as if he were half-entranced. “Do you think she’s saying I’ll be, like, stuck like this?” He gave a little pout, pressing closer to Keith.

The woman’s smile turned almost pitying as she watched Dan squirming, his fingers tracing light circles on Keith’s arm. “I’ve seen men resist the change, and I’ve seen men accept it… but I’ve never seen anyone embrace it quite as quickly as your friend here.” She raised an eyebrow, her gaze flicking back to Keith. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say he’s more than a little comfortable in his new skin.”

Dan blinked, as if half-understanding, then shrugged, a dreamy smile spreading across his lips as he giggled again. “It’s, like, not so bad,” he admitted, running a hand down his side. “I mean, it’s kinda fun… but, like, only a little.” He looked up at Keith, biting his lip with an expression that was anything but innocent. “It’d be more fun if Keith would, like, kiss me and stuff.”

Keith shot him a sharp look, trying to keep Dan focused. “Dan, come on, don’t you want to… y’know, get back to normal?”

Dan tilted his head, looking at him with wide, clueless eyes, and shrugged. “I kinda just want to fuck you.”

The woman watched Dan, her smile softening as she took in the way he clung to Keith, gazing up at him with wide, adoring eyes. She shook her head slightly, her tone laced with a hint of finality.

“I’m afraid your friend is… too far gone,” she said, looking at Keith. “The more someone embraces the change, the more permanent it becomes. And, from what I’m seeing…” She gestured toward Dan, who was running his fingers down Keith’s arm, his face filled with a soft, dreamy adoration. “…she’s all but accepted it. This new self isn’t just temporary for her anymore.”

Keith’s face paled. “Wait, you’re saying… she’s stuck like this?” He looked down at Dan, who was smiling up at him, oblivious to the weight of what was being said.

The woman nodded, a spark of amusement in her eyes. “Yes. Your friend Dan is gone. This is who she is now.” She shrugged slightly, her gaze flicking between them. “I suggest you accept it… and perhaps, judging by her behavior, even enjoy it.”

Dan giggled, leaning into Keith with a bright, flirty smile. “Oh, Keith, isn’t she, like, so smart?” He sighed, reaching up to adjust a lock of his blonde hair, his gaze never leaving Keith’s face. “I mean, maybe it’s not so bad, right? We can still, like, hang out and stuff…” His fingers traced along Keith’s shoulder, his expression filled with innocent adoration.

Keith’s mind raced, the full reality of what the woman was saying hitting him all at once. He looked down at Dan, who now seemed completely at ease in this new body, new personality, everything.

“Dan…” Keith began, struggling to find the right words. But Dan just giggled, pressing even closer, his eyes shining with excitement.

“Call me Dani, Keith,” he murmured, voice soft and breathy. “I think I, like, really like this body. And maybe… maybe you could, like, enjoy my body too?”

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A few months later, Keith and Dani were practically inseparable. Dani had fully embraced her sweet and bubbly new self. She had settled into her life as a stunning blonde, as if this had been who she was meant to be all along. She’d even moved in with Keith, the two of them now happily sharing their lives.

Keith had quickly learned that Dani’s flirtatious, ditzy charm was here to stay. She was still the same playful, affectionate person she’d become that fateful night, though now with a new-found appreciation for being treated well. Keith loved to pamper her, enjoying her delight over every little thoughtful gesture, every compliment, every affectionate touch. Dani loved being adored, and she made it clear that she adored him just as much.

Sitting on the floor of their apartment one evening, Dani nestled into a giant teddy bear Keith had bought her as a joke, laughing and smiling up at him. She looked radiant, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, her eyes sparkling with a happiness that was impossible to fake. Keith watched her, his heart warm, as she giggled and nuzzled the teddy bear, casting him little looks that still made his pulse quicken.

“Keith,” she cooed, biting her lip as she gave him a coy smile. “I, like, love this bear so much! It’s, like, almost as big as you!” She giggled, reaching out to pull him down to sit beside her, leaning against him with a contented sigh. “You know, you’re, like, the best thing ever, right?”

Keith chuckled, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “I think you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Dani,” he replied softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “You taught me more than you know.”

She giggled, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before snuggling closer. “I, like, never thought I’d be this happy,” she whispered, her voice soft but full of joy. “And… I totally didn’t expect to find a guy who knows how to, y’know, treat a girl.” She beamed at him, her expression full of adoration.

Keith smiled, his heart swelling with affection as he held her close. Dani had indeed learned a lesson, but so had he. Together, they’d found something real, something they both cherished, something they never wanted to let go.

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