Jennifer looked around, thinking of how to get Kyle. REALLY get him. But her time was running out and there was a small part of her mind that thought the transform or dare spell could easily come back to her. "I dare you to transform into--" She saw the tv on in the living room. On it was an attractive mature woman in business attire talking about how she and her company can handle just about any insurance claim. "A business woman, about thirty years old," Jennifer heard herself saying, then adding quickly, "And the office slut."
"Whatever," Kyle said and hung up, thinking that wasn't as fun as he thought it was going to be. He expected something a little more dramatic, at least the way Adam talked about it, he--
Kyle nearly tripped. Something was wrong with his shoes, like he had lifts on them. He looked down and saw that they weren't the sneakers he had thrown on this morning, but a pair of sensible pumps. The socks in them felt constricting until they thinned, becoming a pair of nude stockings that crawled up his legs. His legs tingled like they fell asleep. He could feel how smooth his legs were becoming within his jeans, how sensuous.
"What the hell?" he breathed, hearing his voice becoming higher. He licked his lips nervously and tasted lipstick.
He typically wore his pants baggy, but now they were becoming somewhat tight. He bent over to relieve some of the pressure and he tried to unbutton them but he couldn't find the snap. "Ouch," he yelped, sounding like a woman. It felt like someone was pulling back his nails. He looked and saw his hands and saw that the nails had grown slightly, becoming an attractive French manicure. The hand seemed to deflate as he watched, becoming thinner, becoming a woman's hand.
"This can't be happening," he said. He had trouble catching his breath as his boxers became suddenly tight, moving up the crack of his ass, crushing his still-male package. He saw that his jeans had become a black business skirt just above the knee to show off his new killer legs. "Give the mail room boys a peek," Kyle thought, and then suddenly wondered, "Where the Hell did that come from?"
The squeezing on his package intensified, then it began to subside. His underwear was still in his ass, but it felt like there was nothing in his crotch left to squeeze. His crotch suddenly felt empty except where the satiny thong caressed him.
Kyle moaned and suddenly arched his back as though pulled from behind. His shirt had become a white blouse and his new hands traveled up the smooth material to feel where his nipples were hardening, growing as he pinched them. Soon his chest felt electric as his blouse pushed out and soon he was holding his new 38-D tits. A bra had magically appeared under his blouse to hold his mammaries in place. Kyle looked down, thinking "I shouldn't have these" over and over again, even as he remembered men staring at them, kissing and sucking them, putting their head between them and then putting their cocks . . .
Kyle shook his/her head again. Subconsciously, he/she pushed her cat's eye glasses up her nose as her face grew more beautiful. There were some laugh lines present, but she was still beautiful. Kayla could still turn a man's head with a wink and a smile.
No, Kyle though, I'm a guy. I go to high school. I play video games. I skateboard. But more Kayla memories came into her head. Of cheerleading back in high school where she lost her virginity to the football captain, of college where she got degrees in Management and Advertising and where she learned a whole lot behind office doors and in backseats. Kayla had become a top executive at her firm, not having to sleep her way to the top but still enjoying the occasional trip to the closet to give those little interns a thrill.
Kayla ran her fingers through her shoulder-length blond hair, feeling where earrings were now attached to her ears. She also remembered the butterfly she got on her shoulder back in her wilder days as a concert groupie. Hands brushed her stomach where she felt her stomach was not as taut as it should be. Her Kyle memories were feeling so distant, like an echo in a cave, but she was starting to wonder why they were so important.
After all, she gave a throaty, sexy sigh as she ran her hands over the front of her skirt, she was horny.