Mike thought about it. His son would freak out at having his manhood taken from him...but what if he thought he'd always been a girl? What if everyone thought that? The spell the wizard had had in mind for him...something like that...
Mike began to play "About a girl" by Nirvana. Once again, he was struck by how much better he played as a girl.
Damia look totally spellbound, watching, well...herself...play and sing like a rock god.
"I can...sing?"
Mike finished the song. "Definitely. You got an awesome voice. You can play like a goddess too...shame you don't have any talent for it."
"Who the fuck are you?!"
"Um..well...it's me. Mike."
"Holy...shit."
"Yeah...so..."
"Holy shit."
This went on for a few minutes before Mike could get (a somewhat abridged version of) his story out.
"Jesus...I mean...you look just like me...fuck, you might as well be me!" Damia touched Mike's cheek gently.
"Heh...but it looks like I'm stuck this way, the guitar can't change me back. I was trying to hide, but you caught me."
Damia looked at him oddly. "But why turn into me?"
"Well it was an accident..."
"You were thinking about me?"
"Uh..." and before he could blink, Damia's lips touched his own. Without a thought, he deepened their sudden kiss. He felt blood rushing to his head.
They finally parted to catch their breath. "Wha...what was..."
Damia's eyes glittered. "To be honest, Mr....Mike...Tyler's a great kid, but I've been wanting to seduce the hell out of you since we first met. I just...I knew I made you uncomfortable 'cuz of how young I am. I figured you thought of me as a kid."
"Christ, I so do not. The way you walk around the house half naked, plus I know you're fucking my kid's brains out..."
Damia giggled. "God...I wish I had just stripped in front of you."
Mike felt his cheeks flush. "I don't...I...don't know what I'd have done."
"Pfft. Be honest with yourself. You're a dirty old man and you think I'm hawt."
"Well...yeah."
"And it's a good thing 'cuz now we're both hot...and your cute little girl is going to be home in a few hours from work."
Mike's eyes widened. "Now wait, I can't..."
"Have sex with your own kid? I guess I could see the point. I wonder who he'll think you are? I mean, obviously you're not his dad, but he thinks he's a lezzy now, thanks to you."
Mike gulped. "What have I done?"
Damia smiled. "Shh...don't worry so much. We're going to have tons of fun, Mike." She slid out of her bathrobe, and pushed him back onto the couch. "Tell me you want me."
"I...I want you."
"Good."
Damia climbed into his lap, putting her tiny breasts in his face. He took them in his hands, and began to kiss them. Then suck....and bite. Damia moaned with ecstasy the whole time. While he wasn't familiar with being a girl, Mike knew how to give a girl a good time, and he was able to suprise even a wordly girl like Damia.
Later, she lay against him on the couch. "Fuck me...that was..."
"Yeah?"
She turned to kiss him with a grin. "Best. Sex. Ever."
"I can imagine."
"You'll do more than that...my turn!"
He lay back, his spine arched, filled with such need. He couldn't focus on the ceiling, yet his eyes remained wide open. He moaned uncontrollably, and he ran his fingers through Damia's short hair, pushing her closer. In response, the girl licked and probed Mike's pussy and the feeling was overpowering.
He wanted her. He needed her.
He experienced his first multiple orgasm, and it threatened to overwhelm his mind. He would never think of himself as a man again...how could he, having been made love to...having felt so intimately what it meant to be a woman?
They cuddled only as lovers can for several hours before Damia stirred. "We need to get ready for Tyler."
Mike nodded. "So what's the plan?"
She thought about it. "What if Tyler was 18 instead of 17? When his dad died..."
"Died?!"
"Shh...yes, Tyler got left a lot of money. Now as I remember it, Paige left you 'cuz you banged some sweet young groupie...what if that girl had a girl of her own, and you got custody? What if Tyler had a little sister, that he was the legal guardian of?"
"Wait, so you want me to be Tyler's sister?"
"Yup...that way I can date both of you." Damia leered.
"Uh...but we both look the same?"
"Well the guitar can't change you back, but maybe it can change you in other ways?"
"What should I look like?"
"Younger than me....how about 13? Tomboy...really tall for a girl...long hair...a redhead. I really like red hair."
Mike wondered exactly when he'd lost control. Oh yeah, that's right, when Damia went down on him.
And he knew just what to play....