George slowly removed his clothes. His cock was so unimpressive when compared to Bozantum's, but most would. It quickly sprung to attention, however. George moved to the bed and crawled on top of it, then on top of me. "I don't...I mean..." he stumbled over his words.
"Just do what feels natural," I advised. He gently kissed my lips and I returned his kisses. If anything I went in a little harder so that he would get the idea. He still didn't really know what to do. I took his hand and it placed it on one of my breasts. He fondled it, again gently, until I guided his fingers to my nipple and made his fingers squeeze it.
He started to get the idea at this point. He also finally put his cock into my pussy. His five minutes started now. I could tell that he still didn't know what to do, so I pushed back against him in order to encourage him to start thrusting his cock into me. He responded properly and began to do what I wanted. After about a minute I could tell that he was going to come as soon as the five minutes I'd given him were up. He'd probably already have done so if not for my wish.
While I moaned to encourage him, since he unfortunately wasn't doing much for me, I remembered something about my dear friend George. He had a bad habit of changing his mind. I realized that as soon as we were done, he'd try to backtrack and ask to not be made into a woman. That was simply not acceptable to me. He'd happier as a woman, I was quite sure of that. So I wished that as soon as he climaxed in me, he would transform into a woman that I quickly pictured in my head. She would be a completely gorgeous woman, but just not quite as perfect as me.
I sensed that George's five minutes were about to end and so I squeezed myself tightly around his cock. He responded with that typical dumb look men get when they come and I felt him shoot inside me. He quickly withdrew and fell back into his desk chair. I sat up and saw that his cock had already begun to grow smaller. I could see hair retracting from his body as well.
Just as I predicted, George tried to change his mind. "Joe...I mean, Chrystalia, I really don't want to be a woman." He had to clear his throat as his voice cracked. "I don't think...ahem...it's right for...ahem...me."
"Aww," I said with fake disappointment. "Are you sure?"
"Yes," he said in a higher pitch. He cleared his throat again. "I mean, yes," he said in his normal voice.
"I understand, George," I said. "Unfortunately..." I smiled wickedly at him, "You're already changing."
"What?!?" he exclaimed. He stood up from his chair and looked at his body. "What's happening to my dick?"
I chuckled. "It's turning into your clit, silly," I replied. "Bozantum, my dear, come here please," I called out. He did not enter. Right, I thought, I wished for no sound to leave the room. I walked over to the door and opened it. Bozantum stood right in front of it. "Come on in, my dear," I said. "Watch the wonder of change."
George looked terrified to be standing naked in front of Bozantum. He instinctively put his hands over his groin. "You don't have much left there to cover," Bozantum teased.
Indeed this was true as George's cock was no more than 2 inches long and getting smaller. I found it interesting that his change progressed differently from mine, but that just fascinated me more. George moaned in a progressively higher pitched voice as his cock lost all normal shape and withdrew into the pussy that had formed on his body. George fell back into his chair at the final sensation of change to his genitals. His voice was much higher still.
His body hair had finished retracting. Now his feet and hands shrunk to appropriately feminine size. His fingers thinned and his fingernails grew out a few inches. George's expression changed from horror to wonder as he watched his hands alter in front of him. His hair began to grow longer and fuller and it changed in color from brown to bright red. It cascaded down his head, onto his shoulders and still further down his chest and back.
George's arms and legs thinned slightly but also showed signs of tone, just as mine did. While they didn't show obvious muscle, once again they looked like they were fit and in shape. George let out a few moans as his hips flared out and his waistline contracted. He placed his hands on his ass as it rounded and filled out to a nice heart-shape. His stomach flattened from the slightly flabby one he possessed and what remained was another perfect hourglass figure.
George was about 6' even in height, and that did not change. As his shoulders narrowed, his chest began to puff out. He placed his hands on top of his growing breasts and moaned lightly as they ballooned to greater size. He pinched at his nipples and smiled ever so slightly at the feelings he'd given himself. His breasts stopped growing at a size slightly smaller than mine. I guessed they were probably EE cups, and once again they did not look overly large on his frame.
The last traces of George vanished as his face altered to that of an extremely attractive woman. His cheeks and jaw rounded, his nose narrowed, his lips filled and his face shifted in slight ways so that there were no remaining signs of masculinity. Once his face had finished altering, he felt up to his face with his hands. I anticipated his next desire and wished for a full length mirror to appear in his room. He didn't question its sudden appearance but he rushed in front of it to look at himself.
I took a step back and let him admire his new body. He ran his hands all over his presumably softer skin and his smile told me that he liked what he felt. He paid particular attention to his breasts, his ass and his pussy. I saw that he was about to do just what I had done and explore that pussy himself, but I interrupted by asking, "So, what do you think?"
He looked at me and said with his new voice, "I...I love it. I do." Then he heard himself. He put his hand over his lips. "Oh my god, is that me?"
"That's you," I confirmed with a smile.
He said, "I sound so...so..."
"Sexy?" I finished. He nodded. "Of course you do. Because I wanted you to be this way. I told you I have this power, now I've used it on you."
He struck a few poses in the mirror, ones that I could only assume he'd seen in movies. "So what happens now?" he asked.