Before I left the bathroom, I checked to see if I could turn back into myself with the tiara. I morphed back into me while still wearing the tiara, but I soon discovered that shape shifting required willpower and was not instantaneous. Now I looked like a cross dresser, which I most assuredly was not. I morphed back into my old clothes and tried to see how long I could stay like this without reverting. I looked in the mirror, tried to make the tiara invisible(Successful transformation yet again), and willed myself to be in the mens bathroom. I then left that bathroom, which was a little ways from my previous occupancy, and I wandered down the learned hallways and out the exit.
Just to be sure, I walked back to where I was when I found that special tiara, not being lost at all with an already strong memory being enhanced by the magic, or whatever it was stemming from the invisible tiara.
"OK, so I don't really have to be a girl to wear this thing", lying to myself because I knew I really wanted to. It's a fetish I've had for a while now, starting with a dream I had at age 12 I think to drown out the noise of my parents fighting. I enjoyed my male self, but got progressively more active in this interest, after a while putting myself in place of the made up protagonist who had turned into a female, and I was dreaming lucidly as well.
"What shall be my next feat? Turn myself invisible?" I did so instantaneously, then reverted back.
"What about flying, and who am I talking to?"
I stretched out my arms and legs, and then launched into the air on my own free will.
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