You clear your throat. "I... I don't think I'm supposed to be here," you stammer. "I'm not sure who you think I am, but I was just taking a walk and stumbled in here."
"Oh? Is that what you think?" Your seducer seems quite amused. "Trust me, girl, nobody comes here by chance. Did you think I was expecting someone else?"
"It was a possibility..."
"Oh, nonono." The woman cups your chin, leaning forward. "I may not know the specifics, but you're certainly the one I've been expecting. Someone wanted this to happen to you, girl, and they wanted you to enjoy it."
Wait, what?! Someone wanted you to be a girl? Chances aren't in your favor; whoever it was might have wanted to do terrible things to you, and your enjoyment may be at the cost of your mental identity. Still, there is a chance that this person truly wants you to be happy like this, and may even have your best interests in mind – but who do you know that would want you female for your benefit? There’s no way to know.
You should at least get some other specifics, you think. "Am I ever going to change back?"
The woman chuckles, reaching behind you to pull your shirt off. "We'll see if you still want to once we're finished."
Any protests you had die in your throat as you feel the amazing sensation of the air on your bare breasts. They're not bare for long, though - your lover soon intervenes, hands caressing, tongue teasing, lips sucking. The pressure on your nipples is incredible, like nothing you've ever felt as a boy. You feel unfamiliar tension in your boxers as they grow damp.
Your lover pulls away from your chest, migrating down to your stomach. You feel her nuzzle you gently, trailing kisses down your abdomen. Suddenly, her index finger hooks into your navel, and you tense up from the ticklish sensation. You're finding yourself unbelievably excited from this, and she hasn't even gotten to your boxers yet.
You might not want to change back after all.
The woman pulls away now, smiling. "I told you that you'd enjoy this, girl."
You find yourself panting as you attempt to speak. "You're... not going to finish?"
She laughs lightheartedly. "Sorry, honey, but that was just to get you warmed up. I haven't finished getting you ready for your sweetheart!"
Sweetheart? Does she mean the one who wanted you female? And what does she mean by getting you ready?