If not for the power of the flashlight and knowing that you are able to turn everything back to normal in an instant you would be horrified at the request, but knowing what you do it is more odd than alarming. In fact, odd isn't even the right word, more like intriguing. This might be your only opportunity for this sort of thing and you don't really see any harm in being curious.
"Sure, why not," you decide to play along. No matter how you look at the situation, it's going to get your cock sucked, so it seems like a win for you, "Suck my co...I mean clit."
"No," Stacy shakes her head, "Make it sound like you mean it."
"I need you to suck my clit so bad," you try again.
This time she seems satisfied, for she leans forward and takes your cock in her mouth, lazily running her tongue along it and occasionally giving a little suck. She easily takes your full length into her mouth since thanks to the light your cock is less than five inches long despite being fully hard, but it's a small price to pay for having Stacy take it all the way to the base.
She continues to suck and tease for a time, then withdraws her glorious mouth to smile at you, "Tell me if you liked that."
"You know I did," you laugh.
She gives a mock frown and reaches out to pinch your nipples, "Tell me you love it when I suck your clit."
"I love it when you - Ooooh!" you gasp when she gives your breasts a good, hard squeeze, "When you suck my - Aaah!"
She squeezes your breasts again, almost painfully hard this time.
Shaking with pleasure you try to continue, "I love it when you...you suck...my...clit!"
She lets go and nods happily, "I love it when you talk dirty like that and I bet you love it when I play with those lovely titties of yours. I'll go back to sucking your clit, but only if you tell me how much fun it is for you to have your breasts played with. The sexier you talk the better I pleasure you. You've got to talk really dirty if you want me to finish you though."
Laughing she returns her attention to your cock, slowly running her tongue up and down it.
"Oh yeah," you sigh and without even thinking about it you reach up to grope and play with your breasts, "That feels so good."
She continues teasing, serious about what she had said.
"I-I love it when you play with my tits," you stammer and gasp as she takes your full cock in her mouth and begins to flick her tongue up and down, "How you grope my breasts and suck on my nipples."
You squeeze your own nipples hard for good measure, not that she'll notice, but because it feels so good, "I want you to suck my clit the way you suck my tits."
The word 'clit' comes to you far more easily than you would have expected, which obviously pleases Stacy. She begins to suck harder than ever, sliding her mouth up and down your cock as fast as she can. Your begin to thrust into her mouth, your breasts bouncing wildly all the while.
Before long you cum and Stacy drinks down every last drop until you fall back on the bed, exhausted.
She sits up and licks her lips, "How'd you like that?"
"Wow!"
It's all you can say.
She smiles and gets out of the bed, "Glad you liked it. I'm going to wash up now. You can join me if you want."
You look at her, admiring her breasts and lower down, her cock and balls, slightly smaller than yours. Somehow they look so good on her, so right, like they were supposed to have been there all along.
It gives you an idea, and as much as you want to join her you shake your head, "Nah, I'm spent. After all you've done to me I need to catch my breath."
"Okay, that's cool."
She leaves and you begin to think things over.
Against all logic you really did enjoy all that, especially the way Stacy took charge. Thanks to the flashlight you're able to indulge a side of yourself that you've never experienced before and you realize you want to take it further. You want to see if you can make Stacy even more assertive, even more dominant.
Dominant.
That word sends thrills of pleasure through you.
The idea of Stacy pushing you down on the bed and taking you from behind, groping your tits with one hand and giving you a hand job with the other is just about the hottest thing you can think of. The only thing is, you're not too sure if you want to keep her cock or not. Ideally you'd want her to be dominant, but with a pussy so you could still fuck her properly.
By the time you hear the water turn off you have a plan. You grab the flashlight and put it to a very low pink setting, wanting to take things slow at first, and then close your eyes and pretend to be asleep.
Moments later Stacy enters the room. You hear her footsteps stop as she looks at you, then she laughs.
"Guess I wore him out."
Once you hear her start to look through her dresser for something to wear you open your eyes a crack and point the flashlight at her, waiting for her to turn towards you. As soon as you do, you shine the low pink setting across her chest. As you had hoped, she doesn't notice as her big, bouncy breasts shrink down to a perky a cup. Fingers crossed, you then take it lower, shining it on her cock and balls, watching them shrink and recede as her pussy is restored, though you can't help but notice that her pussy is unshaven.
Next comes the biggest risk, the point where you switch the light to an equally low blue setting and flick it quickly upwards and the features of her face become less soft, but very cute in a tomboyish sort of way. Just as you hoped, the light is too dim for her to notice.
Once she turns her back to you again, you shine it on her butt, watching as it becomes more toned and her hips narrow slightly. You let the light run up and down as well, causing her shoulders to maybe get a little bit wider and her arms and legs to get a bit more toned. Then you quickly flip the light to a more intense, medium blue setting and shine it on the back of her head, watching as her lovely red hair shortens into a masculine style.
Pleased with your results you turn off the light and make a big show of stretching and yawning.
"Sorry about that," you say, sitting up in bed, "I just needed a little nap after all that."
"No problem," Stacy laughs and you're surprised to hear that her voice is different as well, maybe a little lower and definitely not as feminine in tone.
She puts on the t-shirt she pulled out of her dresser without even bothering to look for a bra and you see that the shirt is in a masculine style and features the name of a rather popular local punk rock band.
Noticing that you're staring at her, Stacy laughs, "Yeah, I know. I don't really like their stuff, but my cousin is the drummer so I for my birthday and Christmas I tend to get a lot of t-shirts from him."
Not sure of what to say you just shrug and look around her room, which is pretty interesting. It's not really a girl's room, that's for sure. Yeah, there are a few old posters featuring boy bands, but there's now an equal number featuring sports teams and even two of female swimsuit models. The clothing you see on the floor is all guy's clothing and in the corner of the room you even see a pair of weights, which you guess explains why Stacy looks so toned.
Turning your attention back to Stacy you see that she has put on a pair of boxers and is pulling up a old, grungy looking pair of jeans. She smiles when she sees you looking at her, "So, how'd you like being the girl for a change?"
"It was..." you look for the right word, "Interesting?"
"That's one way of putting it," she laughs, "I thought it was pretty hot."
Sitting down next to you on the bed she puts an arm around your shoulders and gives your breast a gentle pat while she's at it, "I just don't know how you do it man."
"What?" You're not sure where she's going with this, but you're very curious.
"Be so amazingly perfect. I mean yeah your dick's kind of small, but oh man do your tits ever make up for it, but there's more to it than that. You don't try to change me," she gives you a little kiss before continuing, "Like yesterday at the mall with the girls, you saved me. They were all trying to get me to dress like a total sissy and then you came along and let them do it to you instead. Then you play along with me, you're cool with the fact that I'm not like the other girls."
You look at the posters on her walls and laugh.
"Oh, come on," she punches you gently on the arm, "Those were from when I was younger, every girl crushes on the guys in boy bands, that's why they're so popular. Their music sucks, but man are they ever hot."
"What about them?" you laugh, gesturing at the posters of swimsuit models.
"I like big breasts," she shrugs, "Nothing wrong with that. You do too. I saw the way you were ogling the other girls at the pool party. I'm not jealous though, I mean Megan's a dike and Jenny and Tammy both have boyfriends. Nothing there for you and I'll be the first to admit, they're all pretty hot."
Curious, you can't help yourself, "So you like girls?"
"Nah, she snorts dismissively, "Fun as it is to play around with you I like the feel of a good hard dick pounding away in my pussy too much. And don't even suggest trying a strap-on, I've tried plenty of dildos and none of them are anywhere as good as the real thing."
This last statement comes as a huge relief to you, since you also take it to mean that she won't be trying to fuck you with a strap-on at any point.
Outside you hear a car coming down the street and Stacy looks at the clock on her night table, "Oh shit. My dad's back early. Wash up and get dressed so you're presentable if you want to stay for dinner."