I wrote "Gerry Westmoreland" in my best cursive from my japanese blue ink pen in the name box. Nothing happened, though nothing should have happened. I continue to try to improve my drawing skills, and the paper feel with my pen was great. The pen gave just enough ink that the 0.3mm tip left a clean, thin line for my signature. I thought I would like this new sketchbook. I flipped back to the first page with the unreadable text, when I realized I could now read it as english. I flipped through all of the pages with text on them, and found I could read it all, and there were less pages of text this time as I flipped through them. I read through the first pages of text, as it was a bit of a primer on how to setup and evolve the narrative. There was even a section on using ink versus pencil and eraser. The first blank page, I wrote, "I have the talent and ability to be considered the best sketch draw artists in the world." I then took out my drafting pencil and started to draw my ex-wife who now lived down the hall. I started by drawing her as she currently looks. I knew she was still seeing the guy she cheated on me with that led to our divorce. I took my eraser and started to chisel away her plump middle aged shape, and I didn't stop for a few minutes. I didn't realize my detail and skill until I saw the visage of a goth horse cocked hermaphrodite in a latex halter top and shorts that looked lifelike and just in pencil. I wrote that my ex-wife woke up this morning in her new form, eager to use her cock on her boyfriend. That made me smile. I erased her feet, and replaced them with hooves, and thick ankles instead of her skinny thin ankles. I also made her legs more muscular and defined.
I put the book in my file cabinet and went down to knock on my ex-wife's door. I had some of her mail and I hated taking it to her. Today the door was open and no one was in sight. I knocked again and heard her voice from the back, "Carl?" my ex-wife's voice asked.
"No....it's Gerry," you state loudly.
There is a pause and you hear, "Gerry...thank God. Please come in and close the door," came from the back room.
You close the door and toss her mail on the small counter in the kitchen when your ex wife walks in, "Ellen?" you ask. You stare as you see your ex-wife's light ashen grey skin and shimmery latex in the light. The hard on sticking between her breasts was quite impressive, as he really nailed that flared tip, and was now seeing the drawing for real.
"So where's Carl? The door was open." you ask.
Ellen came up next to you and started to grope between your legs, and you awkwardly move away. "Please?" she asks.
You shake your head no and laugh, "No. You had me, and you made your choice," an angry note in your tone.
"I woke up looking like this this morning, if you can believe that. Carl said I was cursed and could not get out of here fast enough," Ellen says with a bit of sorrow in her voice.
"You got that chest you wanted that the plastic surgeon wanted too much for," you say.
"I have both, I still have a vagina. So, if you wanted..," Ellen said before you cut her off.
"Want...not now. Before, yes.," you say staring at her chest, the pain of the hurt coming though your voice.
Ellen tried to get closer to you but you step back and put your hand up.
"I never saw you as one for the goth look," you say...trying to not think of the past.
Ellen doesn't respond, but you didn't notice that your now in a corner of the kitchen, and she pins you against the refrigerator. She reaches down and feels your rock hard cock in your shorts and smiles.
"I didn't know you had a thing for herm's," Ellen said in a low, sultry voice.
You look up at Ellen's face with an angry, hurt look, "If you really loved me, I would not care what you look like. But you have already rejected me. You say you woke up this morning looking like this, but your mind didn't change. What did you do, cheat on Carl too?"
Ellen stomped a hoof on the floor and stepped back to the doorway to the living room. Ellen said, "Carl found me drunk at the bar across town. The bartender knew Carl. I was in some parking lot orgy, but I don't remember any of it. Carl said it was not the first time. I spend the afternoon sucking my own cock. Something is different now. I was a slut, I needed, craved cock and different cock." Ellen stepped back into the living room and sat down on the sofa, and started to suckle on her cock tip.
You step forward to the doorway and watch Ellen sit and suckle on her flared cock tip. "I want to believe your different. I'll come back tomorrow." You stare at how her plump lips work her large cock head, the tent in your shorts giving you away. You sigh and walk to the front door, staring at Ellen the whole time. Ellen's head is bobbing furiously on her cock now. You feel guilty and admit aloud, "I do love you Ellen," and then quickly open the front door partially, just enough to slide out, and close it once your in the hallway. You walk back to your apartment, a bit angry at yourself for admitting that to Ellen, but a bit proud at your handiwork. The lifelike pencil sketch was a mirror in reality.