Leanna was taking over more and more of Chris' mind. Soon she went to the laundromat and stole clothes that were appropriate to her hourglass, DD, 5' 6 frame. She found a white pleated ruffle golf skirt, panties, a bra and a matching top. Her breasts pushed into the fabric exposing her mid drift but it would do. Soon Leanna was hitting the golf course. Executives who were conducting business, drinking and trying to catch a glimpse of Leanna's ass.
She seemed impervious to their stares, she found a glove in the change room and got the 2 iron in a ten finger grip. On her head was a ball cap that she had taken along with a pair of sunglasses. Leanna had her golf bag and set up her tee, placing a ball on the immaculate grass she got set up. Her tanned legs led into her sneakers as she lined up to take the swing. The corporate types were waiting to see her breasts bounce and wobble. Her legs were a shoulder's width apart as she got ready to swing.
Leanna leaned forward and the guys started to get hard, they could see the sun showing the gap in her cleavage. She put her two iron against the ball, as if checking the distance and she started to move. Only one guy, Travis who was gay, noticed that her movements as she went practice swings, her skirt went up the length of thigh as she went through her swing. As she whacked the ball through the air and onto the green the other corporate guys were looking at the swell of her butt and her bouncing breasts as she hit the ball.
Travis wasn't distracted at her body and tried to keep up with her, she was a remarkable player and someone foreign. She sounded Russian or something. On the seventh hole she pulled on her ponytail as she was clearly in the lead. This woman was as skilled as she was good looking. Travis was a fierce competitor and they finished all squared or tied. Travis wanted to pursue the game but the woman with the dyed blond hair conceded the game.
"Your friends are too drunk to be interested."
"I think that they are busy looking at you."
"Perhaps I will see you around."
"My name is Travis."
"Leanna."
Travis went back to the change room when he heard light footsteps coming towards him. He was alone and he turned to see Leanna. This time she was wearing a thong, a man's shirt that was unbuttoned showing her breasts. Full DD cups with big, pink nipples that pointed directly at her chest. He saw her bright blue eyes that had been hidden behind her sunglasses and the body that was hidden under thin layers of fabric now exposed.
"Look I think you are mistaken Leanna-"
"You are a homosexual man?'
"-yes" Travis stammered
"Then I have the right man."
Her hands went down to his briefs exposing his flaccid penis.
"Anus, vagina, a hand job, it is all the same. One. Big. Hole."
She started rubbing his penis and to his mixture of horror and pleasure Leanna was right. He was starting to get hard.
"Look I am married..."
"Then shut up."
Her breasts pressed against his chest she went down on her knees. Travis had never had a blow job before and he didn't know what Leanna was doing. As she slipped a rubber on as her mouth formed a seal as she started sucking. Travis' hips didn't lie, he started bucking and writhing in confused pleasure as he reached his climax and ejaculated into her mouth.
As he was left panting at his first blow job and the spell was broken. Leanna was dressed and heading back to Chris' home. That was when she felt the pinch in her shoes.
She looked down and knew that something was definitely wrong as she realized that one; the ground was definitely farther away from her eyes and two: her toes were just about to burst out the ends of her shoes. She quickly yanked her feet out of the shoes and she peeled her socks off; dropping them in disbelief. As she looked down and saw hair breaking out up and down her legs. Her legs continued to grow and change. She had worked out, but her baby fat had held firm in some places even in her twenties. Now her thighs grew long and toned and muscled and her calves bulked up losing their femininity. Her ass rode up and her hips pulled inward. That was when the itch in her groin took off. There was a burning and pulling sensation as her female anatomy rearranged itself. She felt a popping sensation as testicles descended out of her and her penis grew and grew making the fabric of her shorts strain as she stood at attention.
Leanna hands hit the shaft through the shorts and she squeezed tightly, throwing her head back in excitement “I’ve got a dick!” she yelled in a much deeper voice than she had spoken in before.
She laughed a deep laugh as her left hand clutched at the Adam’s apple now protruding from her throat. Her waist widened and her stomach became more defined as the itch in her chest intensified. She ripped off the now very tight black sports bra and watched in wonder as her breasts shrunk back into her body. Her nipples shrank down and hair sprouted across her chest.
Her shoulders rose up and her arms lengthened and grew stronger and more muscular. She put her hands before her face. They were stockier and the veins stuck out more on the backs; as her fingers and palms become rougher and calloused. She even had hair on her knuckles now.
Already admiring her strong chest, she crouched down into a squatting position and watched as her face changed. She ripped the band from her hair and for the last time, hair fell over her shoulders. Quickly, it retreated inward leaving short brown hair behind. Her brow thickened and her nose grew broader. Her eyes got narrower and her ears came out. Stubble broke out across her upper lip, cheeks, chin, and jaw line as her jaw and chin became more pronounced.
Chris stood up to his full 6’2” height and looked at his toned 210lb frame in the mirror.
Then he understood, by giving that gay man a blow job he had taken his masculinity so that he didn't turn back into a teenager.