Greg's boyfriend had left and he was lonely and horny. Born and having grown up in L.A. being gay wasn't an issue, but he had doubts if he was gay or bi. A friend suggested the magic shop to sort out his feelings. He wasn't sure about the address but he finally found it. The note said that the dildo was realistic and Greg had to agree. He thought of all the dildos, vibrators and other toys he had used in his sex life to be almost magnetic in it's pull. He paid $100 and ran home with it in a box.
Lying in bed watching the trouble in D.C. on the TV he was even more alone and horny. Greg went to bed carrying the dildo by the base. He slipped it into his asshole with a slightly high pitched moan he'd never made before and fell asleep. Like all stories the best part happens after midnight, for Greg it was five past midnight. He was half asleep when he felt a pair hands slip up and around his chest. The hands were rough and manly reaching for his chest.
The phantom hands found not pectoral muscles but breasts, the fingers like fleshly spiders they seized Greg's breasts and squeezed her nipples. Greg moaned, drugged with a deep sleep, as her nerve endings came alive. The dildo Greg slipped into his ass became a living thing as it was attached to a body.
"Not tonight Todd." Greg moaned.
His voice was feminine and British! He sounded with like Kate Winslet or something. Hair was in his eyes as one of the hands snaked from her left breast down to a hollow where a penis should be.
"Todd, don't you fucking-"
"OH MY GOSH!" Greg wailed as 'Todd's' finger slipped into her pussy.
She felt clothing being ripped off her body as Todd had her way with her.
Her head arched back as far as she could lean, she felt the phantom Todd's chest behind her head. Todd was nibbling on her ear and it was driving her mad as her tits bounced and wobbled in time to Todd's probing of body cavities. A warm eruption of semen was ejaculated into her ass. As both settled down from the body rush. At about five am the woman Greg had become freed herself of Todd's penis and she walked on long, thin legs to the mirror. Greg nearly stumbled.
She finally stopped before the mirror in the streetlight. Greg was a woman, a white woman about 5' 7 with light blond hair, green eyes and a lithe body. She looked like a beach babe from California, a surfer girl. She had tattoo of feathers that traced the mounded of her right breast. Greg raised her arms, on the underside of her left arm was an ink portrait of someone famous wearing googles. She had her hair tided back in twin braids that were light blond but her eye brows were dark, the blond was out of a bottle.
Her arms were covered with cheap gold bracelets, she had breasts that were almost too big for her hands. A B cup, D? Greg wasn't an expert. But the warmth of the semen inside her ass went cold she suddenly turned back into Greg. Greg had been mesmerized by his new face, the blond locks, the contrast of her green eyes and pink lips, the shaved pubic delta when suddenly he was a man and nude again.
The penis that had been real was a dildo in between the sheets of Greg's bed. He looked at the stubble on his face and thought out loud what the fuck.