The homepage was sleek and tasteful, void of the tacky graphics and heavy-handed promises that plagued other corners of the internet. I felt a pang of relief when I saw nothing sleazy or illicit, just simple words and a warm, inviting color palette. Maybe this friend of mine wasn't pulling my leg after all. The site struck me as mysterious, yet professional. I must admit, a hint of skepticism lingered in the back of my mind.
How was it possible that this website knew what I desired more than I did myself My fingers tapped lightly with curiosity, my heartbeat quickening as I answered the initial questions on the website. With a simple nod to consensual power exchange and multiple partners, I felt my heart leap into my throat. What had I agreed to? Was this a mistake? Despite the fluttering doubts, I found myself carried away.
Each question on the website felt more personal and genuine than any I had ever encountered while mindlessly clicking through dating profiles. The words flowed easily, and before I knew it, I had completed the survey, awaiting my results. The survey was a simple name your ultimate, fantasy dream lover. My mind jumped at the thought of finally acknowledging and articulating the elusive figure that gave me passionate stirrings.
I imagined a woman, tall and curvy, with platinum blonde hair cascading down her shoulders in waves. Her voice was a sultry whisper, a soothing melody that would inspire shivers of delight. She effortlessly embodied the perfect blend of innocence and wantonness. Underneath her seductive exterior, she was brimming with confidence, having command over every room and person that crossed her path.
She had a captivating presence that demanded everyone's attention. Her eyes, full of unbridled lust, dared you to accept the shameless, wild pursuit of pleasure that she craved. My fingers hesitated as I typed her name, "Crystal." It was a perfect fit for the unabashed persona that was about to be unleashed. Despite feeling a subtle twinge of embarrassment, I clicked the "Continue" button and waited anxiously for my results.
The website shuffled through my answers, and I interlaced my fingers, attempting to distract myself from the tension. My heart raced as images of what Crystal might look like flashed thorough my mind; her bare skin shimmering against the ambient light of a dimly lit room, those full, quivering breasts begging to be touched and cherished, just as I described her.
Just as I was waiting for an image or match of her to pop up on my screen, my lap top sparked and shorted out. I stared blankly at the malfunctioning computer, unsure if I should proceed after the sudden malfunction. The crackle of electricity, followed by a bright blinding flash, knocked me out of my seat. The room felt like it was spinning-was this some sort of online prank?
I wanted to reach for my phone or call for help, but suddenly, my body felt strange. My skin seemed to be tingling all over, as if it was being stretched and pulled. I cried out in surprise as my clothes vanished and I stared at the slow yet erotic vision of my transforming body. My muscles shrank down as I took on a more feminine form, my waist narrowing to a slim hourglass.
As I looked down in disbelief, I watched in amazement as firm, heavy mounds began to form on my chest, growing into massive, beach ball-sized tits. Their weight was extraordinary, but they were so tender I could barely stand to touch them. I felt the sensitivity heightening with each passing moment, a warm tingling sensation that surged with every erratic breath I took.
My nipples tightened as the air conditioning kissed my bare flesh, sending jolts of excitement straight to my core. My ass grew firm, curvy and so irresistibly touchable that even I couldn't help myself. I ran my hands down my body, shuddering at the newfound sensation of smooth, soft skin. I stared in the mirror as my face transformed, the features growing delicate and feminine, eyebrows arching gracefully, lips pouty and swollen.
Next Chapter - Sexy Dreams:
Chapter 6
How was it possible that this website knew what I desired more than I did myself My fingers tapped lightly with curiosity, my heartbeat quickening as I answered the initial questions on the website. With a simple nod to consensual power exchange and multiple partners, I felt my heart leap into my throat. What had I agreed to? Was this a mistake? Despite the fluttering doubts, I found myself carried away.
Each question on the website felt more personal and genuine than any I had ever encountered while mindlessly clicking through dating profiles. The words flowed easily, and before I knew it, I had completed the survey, awaiting my results. The survey was a simple name your ultimate, fantasy dream lover. My mind jumped at the thought of finally acknowledging and articulating the elusive figure that gave me passionate stirrings.
I imagined a woman, tall and curvy, with platinum blonde hair cascading down her shoulders in waves. Her voice was a sultry whisper, a soothing melody that would inspire shivers of delight. She effortlessly embodied the perfect blend of innocence and wantonness. Underneath her seductive exterior, she was brimming with confidence, having command over every room and person that crossed her path.
She had a captivating presence that demanded everyone's attention. Her eyes, full of unbridled lust, dared you to accept the shameless, wild pursuit of pleasure that she craved. My fingers hesitated as I typed her name, "Crystal." It was a perfect fit for the unabashed persona that was about to be unleashed. Despite feeling a subtle twinge of embarrassment, I clicked the "Continue" button and waited anxiously for my results.
The website shuffled through my answers, and I interlaced my fingers, attempting to distract myself from the tension. My heart raced as images of what Crystal might look like flashed thorough my mind; her bare skin shimmering against the ambient light of a dimly lit room, those full, quivering breasts begging to be touched and cherished, just as I described her.
Just as I was waiting for an image or match of her to pop up on my screen, my lap top sparked and shorted out. I stared blankly at the malfunctioning computer, unsure if I should proceed after the sudden malfunction. The crackle of electricity, followed by a bright blinding flash, knocked me out of my seat. The room felt like it was spinning-was this some sort of online prank?
I wanted to reach for my phone or call for help, but suddenly, my body felt strange. My skin seemed to be tingling all over, as if it was being stretched and pulled. I cried out in surprise as my clothes vanished and I stared at the slow yet erotic vision of my transforming body. My muscles shrank down as I took on a more feminine form, my waist narrowing to a slim hourglass.
As I looked down in disbelief, I watched in amazement as firm, heavy mounds began to form on my chest, growing into massive, beach ball-sized tits. Their weight was extraordinary, but they were so tender I could barely stand to touch them. I felt the sensitivity heightening with each passing moment, a warm tingling sensation that surged with every erratic breath I took.
My nipples tightened as the air conditioning kissed my bare flesh, sending jolts of excitement straight to my core. My ass grew firm, curvy and so irresistibly touchable that even I couldn't help myself. I ran my hands down my body, shuddering at the newfound sensation of smooth, soft skin. I stared in the mirror as my face transformed, the features growing delicate and feminine, eyebrows arching gracefully, lips pouty and swollen.
Next Chapter - Sexy Dreams:
Chapter 6