The heavy metal riff came easily to Mike, and he couldn't resist singing along- Damia had an incredible voice!
Suddendly his son came down the stairs, and Mike froze.
"Dad, you down here? Huh...that's funny, thought I heard something."
Even though Tyler was staring right at him, it was as if...Mike was invisible!
He looked at himself in confusion, only to see his body begin to become transparent!
He didn't quite become invisible, but somehow translucent, he could see right through his arm. The effect didn't extend to his clothing, but the guitar seemed to phase slightly out of reality as well.
Even though Tyler had failed to see him before he began to...well..vanish, Mike wasn't sure he should push his luck, and got undressed. The cool basement air caused his nipples to become erect, and he touched one, only to receive an electric jolt down his spine.
That felt...really good.
It occured to him he'd been too busy to really take stock of his new form...and he'd been fantasizing about Damia's young body for some time now.
Leaving the Gibson behind, Mike padded upstairs. His son and Damia were watching tv in the living room, Damia curled up cutely against his son's body.
Mike felt an odd twinge in his groin...even as a girl, he found himself lusting after Damia! The two didn't seem to notice him, and he went into his room. He thought for sure opening and closing the door would attract notice, but as long as he wasn't too obvious, he was totally invisible.
Catching sight of himself in the mirror, Mike became highly aroused. "Who's a sexy little girl? You are, that's who." He leaned in and kissed his reflection, then ran his hands over his body, swaying seductively. Did women understand the power they held over men? Spellbound by his own body, Mike reached down, lightly stroking his crotch.
He felt weak in the knees. This was incredible!
He made his way to the bed and lay back. Paige had never liked the mirrored tiles on the ceiling, but Mike definitely thought they were a good idea at this moment.
He teased his nipples, causing him to gasp for breath, and he stroked his pussy again. Practically hairless, like a kid...he didn't think Damia even had to shave. He was already wet, such a naughty girl. He slid two fingers into his slit. The sensation was unreal to him...his eyes became wide, and he just stared up at himself.
He had to have more!
It seemed like an eternity before release would come, and when it did, his back arched up like a cat's. Ah...this feeling....dampness covered his hand, and he shivered with the intensity of emotion.
He curled up in his blankets in foetal position, and quickly fell asleep. He dreamed that twin Damias were having sex in his bed. Then they were joined by another Damia...and another...and then yet another. Five identical young girls squirming and kissing, and touching....it was beautiful...
Mike woke up when his alarm went off. Damn it all! He got out of his covers, revealing his still-female form. He was no longer invisible, however, and he'd made a mess of his sheet.
His pussy felt raw, he'd pushed himself too hard. But damn it had felt good. Even now, it hurt, but the pain was somehow erotic, and he had to give a nipple a good hard pinch in order to focus.
He took a shower and slipped on one of his t-shirts. It was ridiculously huge on Damia's body, falling to her (and his) knees.
It also made him look adorably cute. He stuck his tongue out at his reflection.
He opened the door and peeked down the hallway. No signs of life.
His new body moved like a cat through the house, almost completely silent. His son's door was slightly ajar, and Tyler was already gone. That's right, he worked Saturdays. Thankfully, it was Mike's day off, because he was pretty sure he couldn't go to work looking like this!
And then the bathroom door opened, and Mike found himself staring right into Damia's eyes.
Oh boy.
Damia's eyes grew wide and she shrieked, closing the door. Mike took the opportunity to head downstairs. The Gibson was there, waiting. But even as he reached for it, he heard Damia behind him.
"Whowever the hell you are, don't move, or I'll call the cops!"
Busted.
What now?