Chapter #4...make some alterations to your body. by: Aurthor   Once you were about the same height as Sandra you stopped shrinking, and for a few moments you both stood facing each other in front of the couch.
“Stand perfectly still” she said as she placed both hands on your chest. That she was looking you straight in the eyes for the first time since you’d started dating told you just how much of your six foot two height advantage you’d just lost.
“This won’t hurt a bit.” Sandra added, “Probably.”
“Probably?” you stammered, suddenly having second thoughts about what you’d agreed to do. Still, Sandra should know what she was doing.
Sandra shrugged. “None of the ancient writings mentioned anything about what the subject felt, so I don’t know.” She said as she once again began to chant in that unintelligible language of hers.
In spite of the misgivings you felt over the uncertainty of her statement, there was no pain. The energy flowing from her fingertips was actually quite pleasant, awakening stirrings down below that might have had nothing to do with magic, and everything to do with the thought of your naked girlfriend and her hands on your equally naked body.
After a few moments her hands started to move as the muscles of your chest, strong enough to be called masculine but never manly, seemed to melt and flow beneath her fingers. Easily Sandra teased the now malleable tissue into perfectly shaped breasts. This first task completes, her finger tips began gently traveling across the surface of your skin which tingled pleasantly as they passed. Up, over your left shoulder then down along your arm. As her finger tips passed you could a magical energy flowing into your flesh, the skin tingling pleasantly as the bones and muscles beneath shifting and molding themselves into new shapes. When She reached your hand she cupped it in hers for a moment, squeezing your fingers slightly, then dropping your hand to repeat the performance for your other arm.
Once again bidding you to hold perfectly still, she moved behind you, running her hand down your back, caressing your tight butt for what seemed to be an unnecessarily long time bottom before squatting and giving your legs the same treatment she’d given your arms.
In a matter of moments your once muscular thighs and hairy legs were replaced by the shapely and smooth skinned kinds you’ve always thought looked good in short skirts. Your feet and legs taken care of, Sandra slowly slid back up your body again, returning to her own feet as she rested her hands on your hips, which you felt shift and widened in response to her touch.
“From the look of things,” she breathes into your ear as you feel the soft globes of her own chest press gently against your back, “I’m guessing the process doesn’t hurt.”
You whole heartedly agreed with her on this, although the term ‘doesn’t hurt’ was not the phrase you would have used.
“In fact,” Sandra continues as she pointedly looks over your shoulder at the raging erection jutting out from your groin, clearly visible to you both through the valley of your moderate cleavage, “I would say you’re enjoying this.” She finishes with a wicked smile
“I can’t help it,” you confess, your voice husky with desire. Between the feel of her fingers as the magic rearranging your body, the thought of the two of you alone in her living room naked, and now the feel of that same naked body pressing against yours, you feel like you are ready to explode, in more ways than the obvious one.
“Awe. Poor baby.” Sandra coos in your ear, “I should take care of that, don’t you think?” She spoke a few more archaic words and purple sparkles swirled around that last remaining protrusion of your masculinity. You could swear it grew even harder.
Will you ...
1) Ask her to take care of your problem, because you think you have a fairly good idea of what she is going to do about it.
2) Tell her that you’ve changed your mind. You’ve decided you would much rather stay as her boy friend than be turned into her daughter.
3) Push her firmly to her knees in front of you, knowing that you’re still a man where it counts, and as a man you know exactly what she’s going to do for you.
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