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Friendship BandsChapter 1: At the MarketJohn and Craig were old friends, right back to when they were both k**scausing trouble around the streets of South London. As they grew intomen they’d both had a keen eye for the girls and had no shortage ofsuccess. They made a good team.John was a natural leader with his broad shoulders, 6ft 2in height, darkhair and handsome features. The girls would all swoon over him. Craigwas usually happy to provide back-up, chatting up the best friend ofJohn’s preferred girl for the night and saying what a great guy John was.”John’s got hidden depths,” he’d often say, which the girls loved to hearand made both the guys laugh like crazy afterwards. John was definitelynot a man of hidden depths.John was always quick to return the favour though. Craig benefited frombeing John’s wing-man, taking home some beautiful girls who may have beeninitially attracted by John but were quite happy in the end to sleep withCraig. He was only a little smaller, at around 6ft, and his fair hairand high cheekbones lent him an air of sophistication. John may havebeen the butch hero type, but Craig appealed to the girls who liked alittle more sophistication and conversation in their men.Every year they took a holiday together to one of the resorts in SouthernSpain that were full of drunken British girls, and it was the highlightof their year. You could pretty much choose any girl at one of theendless beachside parties, put your hand on her shoulder, mutter somesweet nothings in her ear, and she’d be falling into your armspractically begging you to take her home and have your way with her -several times. The guys felt like boys in the world’s best sweet shop.Just lick your lips, take your choice and enjoy!John wasn’t usually the sentimental type but after a couple of lunchtimedrinks, as they wandered through a vibrant street market full of littletrinkets, a thought suddenly struck him. Craig had been his best matefor what seemed like forever and here they were living the good lifetogether. It would be nice to have a little souvenir of that, somethingto mark the great friendship they’d formed. Was there a cool pair offriendship bands somewhere in this market that would just, in a verymasculine way (nothing girly), be a mark of their closeness.The thought had hardly occurred to him when he saw just the thing! Twosleek thin metal bands, very similar and covered in obscure littlesymbols, with one coloured gold and the other silver. He went up to thestore for a better look. As a bonus, the vendor turned out to be acharming bit of eye candy with silky black hair past her shoulders and”take me to bed” big brown eyes. She was dressed modestly but her slimfigure looked like it would be a lot of fun in the sack. Perhaps,thought John, he’d get a little bonus out of this transaction.”Buenos dias senorita,” said John with his most winning smile and allowedhis eyes to drift briefly down towards her chest and hips. She laughedin surprise at his audacity.”Buenos dias senor. How may I help you?””In many ways senorita, I’m sure, but for now can you tell me a bit aboutthese bracelets. I’m after a souvenir for myself and my oldest friendover there.”He gestured towards Craig who was checking out a nearby stand andstanding out like a sore thumb in the Spanish market with his blondehair.”You have a good eye senor. These bracelets are very beautiful and wouldsuit your purpose perfectly. They are very old and were specially madeto promote love and friendship. I should tell you though,” she smiled,”that they were intended for a man and a woman. The story behind them isthat the man would become strong and successful, while his woman would beloving and beautiful.””Huh. I hadn’t guessed. Neither of the bracelets looks very feminine.””No, but the gold is for the man and the silver is for the woman. Theyreflect a lifelong commitment to each other. Perfect for friends toothough! Perhaps your friend won’t mind you giving him the girl’s one ifhe doesn’t know?”She smiled up at him and John laughed. The idea of Craig wearing agirl’s bracelet, intended to promote his beauty, without even knowing itwas priceless. He could make a nice gesture but have a private joke atthe same time.He picked up the bracelets and looked at them more carefully. Thesymbols really were intricate and had a genuinely old look about them.It may all be a scam from this charming young market girl, but it was agood one. He almost thought he could feel a warmth from them too -strange.Just at that moment Craig joined him, having lost patience with what hehad assumed was an attempt to chat up the girl. The lunchtime drinks hadgone to his head, he was too hot, and was in an uncommonly bad mood.”Come on mate, let’s go. She’s not bad looking but if you haven’t got adate with her yet then you’re probably not going to. Maybe for the best- nice little figure but who knows what diseases she’s carrying. Dropthe tat and let’s go.If looks could kill, John thought the one the market girl gave Craigwould have put him in the ground twice over. She turned back to John.”Senor, I feel compelled to make you a generous offer. Half the markedprice for these unique and beautiful bracelets.”Craig snorted. “Don’t be a fool.”John was already handing over the money though.”Muchas gracias beautiful senorita.””You are more than welcome senor. I hope they bring you much happinessand, remember, the gold one is for you.”With that she gave Craig one more withering look, but this time with ahint of mirth, and turned away. Craig was starting off into space anddidn’t notice anyway.John clapped a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Guess what mate. Whileyou were being rude I got us a little souvenir – friendship bracelets!”John handed the silver one to Craig who took it with a snort ofamusement. He held it up to the light though, saw the symbols and, Johnthought, perhaps felt the same strange warmth that he had. His derisivelook turned into one of curiosity and finally appreciation.”Thanks buddy. These are actually pretty nice. Perhaps that cute littlething didn’t sweet-talk you into buying tat after all.”Craig slipped the bracelet on to his left wrist and ran a couple offingers along it. He was clearly a convert.”Glad you like it. Don’t say I’m always a selfish bastard,” said John.John slipped his matching gold bracelet on to his own left wrist as theyshared a laugh. Then the whole thing was forgotten about for the timebeing. They started to discuss where to get some decent food and beer,and where to go hunting for girls later.Chapter 2: Night on the TownLater that afternoon the two guys were back at the villa they weresharing and about to crash out for the afternoon. Partying late everynight meant an afternoon siesta always went down well. Craig threwhimself on his big double bed, hopefully to be shared with some littlebeauty tonight, and took another look at his gleaming silver bracelet.He could swear there was a band of warmth on his wrist, and as he driftedoff to sleep it almost felt hot.Two hours later John was waking up in his room. As soon as his eyesopened he felt great – really great. Best siesta ever. He eased to hisfeet and noticed himself in the mirror. His face looked fresh and shiny.Weirdly, he couldn’t help thinking that he looked a bit bigger. He’dalways been a big guy but, well, were his shoulders always that wide?Had his arms been quite so impressively muscular? Perhaps he wasn’tgiving himself enough credit. He was one impressive man!He laughed to himself and went into the bathroom to relieve himself. Thepleasant surprises continued. Even his manhood seemed a bit biggertoday! Some girl would be getting very lucky tonight. He was so excitedhe didn’t notice the hot band around his wrist gradually fading to agentle warmth.Craig was having a quite different experience. He got up and instantlyfelt a bit off his game. His legs were wobbling slightly and his clotheshad an odd baggy feeling. He checked himself in the mirror and thoughthe looked a little different in a way he couldn’t define. He just, well,looked a little smaller and softer somehow. His arms didn’t seem to havetheir usual muscularity. The stubble he’d usually have by this time ofday wasn’t there. No need to shave before going out he thought andgiggled, then stopped short. It hadn’t sounded at all manly.He went to the bathroom and again had the opposite experience to John.He’d always been quietly pleased with him manhood but, just now, althoughhe couldn’t swear there was a difference it looked a bit below average.Not the sort of thing where you’d drop your trousers in front of yourdate and expect a little gasp of respect. He was feeling too mournful tonotice the extra warmth around his left wrist gradually fading.They both got dressed and met in the sitting area. John was very excitedabout hitting the town and didn’t notice Craig’s subdued mood. It wasalready mid-evening and they were soon touring the local bars. Craignoticed that John really was on fire tonight, full of confidence with aring of admiring women around him at all times laughing at his jokes andclearly longing to have him alone. Craig just couldn’t get going though,even though it would have been easy to get involved. He wondered if hewas coming down with something and wasn’t at all confident he’d be ableto “perform” even if he did get lucky.After a couple of hours Craig clapped a hand on John’s shoulder and madehis excuses.”Sorry mate, stomach’s feeling bad. Probably ate something dodgy atlunch. I don’t want to cramp your style so I’ll get home and rest up.I’ll be back on it with a bit extra tomorrow.”John had been aware that Craig was very quiet tonight but had just beenhaving too much fun to worry about it. Neither of them would standbetween the other and a conquest. It was the unspoken rule they’dfollowed for years.”OK. Look after yourself. Sure I can’t tempt you with one of theselovelies?”Craig laughed. The girls pretended to look offended but were clearlyenjoying every moment.”No I’m going to have to take leave of absence on this one. Just try tokeep up with me tomorrow though.”Craig left as the ring of girls closed around John again, all laughs andtheir hands on his arms and chest. By the time he got home he was sotired he went straight back to bed. He woke up when he heard John’svoice and a couple of female ones enter the villa but soon drifted off tosleep again, with that comfortable throbbing warmth around his wrist.John had the time of his life that night. He was usually more than lara escort happywith just one girl but a threesome suited him perfectly tonight. Hesatisfied both of them twice and felt he could have gone another round ifhe pushed himself. His mighty dick had the girls cooing and squealing asit went from their hands to their mouths and finally to that warm softspot between their thighs. They seemed quite happy to work together tokeep him in a state of ecstacy – each one taking over when the other girlneeded time to recover from what John had just done to them. They allfell asleep together, with John in the middle and the girls cuddled upagainst his sides.Chapter 3: Getting smallerJohn woke the next morning with a big smile on his face. One of thegirls had already had to leave for work. The other had her lips aroundhis cock, her tongue sweeping around its tip, and her eyes looking up athim. He stroked her hair, lay back and relaxed. A few minutes later hecame to a beautiful orgasm that she seemed more than happy to swallow.What a night.Craig slept till mid-morning. When he woke the house was quiet. Thesecond girl was gone and John was so full of energy he’d gone out for arun.He could tell right away that something was wrong. Much more wrong eventhan yesterday. His tee shirt was huge on him. His limbs all felt weird- weak and small. He got up, went to the mirror and gasped. His handswent to his face, or the parody of his face that he now saw. It wasstill completely smooth skinned and looked quite androgynous. His eyeswere the same but his nose was smaller, his lips rounder, and his hairhad grown. It now hung down his neck in gentle waves.He raised the giant tee shirt and tears came to his eyes. What the hellwas this? His waist was a lot smaller, curving inward from the top ofhis hips. And there were distinct bumps on his chest. Not huge but bigenough to take hold off and squeeze. His nipples looked large and werevery sensitive as he explored them.Looking further down, his dick was still there but it was so small. Nota man’s dick at all. He certainly wouldn’t be fucking anyone with it.Would it even get hard? It felt kind of numb when he touched it.He wasn’t sure what was keeping him from losing it completely. As helooked at the figure in the mirror he knew it could pass for a boy or agirl, depending on dress and a touch of make up. This could not behappening.He heard John get back and was surprised to feel a sense of relief. Itwould be embarrassing to share this with him, but he needed a friend totalk to and John was a rock. He put on one of smaller shirts, tucked itinto his jeans and cinched them up with the smallest notch on his belt.It was still all clearly too big for him but there was nothing else hecould do. Then he opened his door and walked out, face flushed and eyeson the floor. Again, he failed to notice the hot ring around his wristgradually fading back to warm.John couldn’t believe his eyes. For a while he thought Craig must havebrought a girl home after all. She had a slightly masculine look butCraig had happily screwed a lot worse. She had a bit of charm with thatcropped blonde hair and small tits, their shape only just visible throughone of Craig’s shirts. Wait a minute. It couldn’t be.John took a step towards the girl, put a finger under her chin and raisedher face.”Craig? What the hell happened?””God I don’t know. I didn’t feel right last night and then I woke uplike this. It must be some kind of disease.””How do you feel?””OK. Not in pain. It’s just my body. I feel like I’m fading away.””Show me.”Craig shook his head and blushed. John couldn’t help remember variousembarrassed girls he’d had to talk over the final hurdle after gettingthem into his bedroom.”Come on, it’s me. I can help you better if you show me.”John was actually a little surprised to see Craig’s hands go to thebuttons on his shirt and start to undress. He felt a little surge ofpower as his friend did as he’d been told. The shirt came away and therewere indeed what could only be described as small but perky littlebreasts. His shoulders and waist could have been a very small man’s or abig girl’s. The skin looked more girlish, pink and smooth.Without further prompting Craig took off the rest. John was shocked bythe sight of his friend’s tiny dick. He’d occasionally seen Craig nakedand knew he was almost as well endowed as John himself. But now this,barely a dick at all. Just something to go to the bathroom with, andeven then he’d probably have to sit down. There was a slightly girlishcurve to his hips too.”Turn around.”John wasn’t sure how he’d acquired this new habit of ordering Craigabout. The old Craig would have told him to fuck off, but the newversion seemed to have had all that attitude knocked out of him. Craig,eyes on the ground, turned and faced the far wall.Craig hadn’t seen this yet but nothing about him had changed as much ashis butt. It was, in short, pure girl. A classic smooth heart-shapedbutt that would be a knockout in a pair of stockings and a clingy skirt. John had been lucky enough to see a lot of naked girls but this butt hadall of them beat. He lost control for a moment, reached out and gave ita squeeze. Craig jumped and his butt jiggled beautifully.”What are you doing man? You’re supposed to be helping me.”John realised that even Craig’s voice was different – higher and softer. He sounded very vulnerable right now. John had to admit that turned himon too.”Sorry mate. Have you seen your butt? I couldn’t believe it was real.”Craig scampered naked back into his room and looked at the mirror overhis shoulder.”Oh my God. That’s not me. It’s just not me!”John followed him in and found himself instinctively stroking Craig’sgirlish hair.”I know. We’ll get you through this. Just take it easy and rest up.You don’t seem to be in any pain. It could just some weird hormone thingthat comes and goes.”John knew that couldn’t be true. Hormones couldn’t make you shrink. Butit was clearly what Craig wanted to hear. His sniffles petered out andhe rested his head against John’s shoulder.”Why don’t you get dressed and we’ll take it easy for the rest of theday, just you and me. I bet you’re back to your old self again in notime.”Craig nodded and went back out for his clothes. “Thanks John, you’re agood friend,” he said as he got dressed. He already seemed to haveforgotten about having his butt squeezed.They put the TV on and Craig soon wandered off to the kitchen, saying abit of breakfast would do them both good. John didn’t say anything butCraig would never normally have offered to make them both breakfast -maybe a drunken fry up but not breakfast. This gave him a bit of timealone to think.Craig was transformed. Would he change back, stay as he was now, orchange further? If the latter then what exactly was he changing into?And what the hell was causing it? He rubbed his forehand and his goldbracelet touched his nose. He found himself staring at it, and noticingonce again its faint warmth. The market girl’s story about the pairbeing meant for a man and a woman came back to him. A man who would bestrong, and a woman who would be beautiful and loving. Surely that wasall pure hokum, but what else could this be about?If these bracelets were some kind of black magic then, in his case, ithad only done good! He had never felt better. Anyway, thetransformations on his part had been modest and already seemed to becomplete. Perhaps he’d been naturally close to the man the gold braceletwas designed for. It had just made him bigger, stronger, more virile inbed and, it seemed, given him a liking for handing out orders and takingwhat he wanted. He remembered squeezing Craig’s round butt, as Craigstood naked before him, and felt himself starting to get hard. He pushedthe image away.Of course, if he was right then Craig was nothing like the ideal womanthat the silver bracelet was designed for! John almost laughed out loudat the thought. The silver bracelet would have to work overtime ifthat’s what was happening. Where on earth would it all end?Craig returned with bacon and eggs for John and just some cereal andfruit for himself. “Don’t seem to be very hungry,” he muttered. Johndecided the best bet was to keep Craig as relaxed as possible today andsee how this all played out.The only other option he could see would be to take the bracelets off.But then what if Craig got stuck in his current girl-man body? Andstrangely, now he looked at both their bracelets, they looked verysecurely attached. They seemed to have shrunken so that they pressedinto the skin. Even on Craig’s wrist, which was considerably smallerthan it used to be, the bracelet looked very secure. John gently fiddledwith his bracelet and, sure enough, it wouldn’t budge an inch.Apparently this process was supposed to be finished once it had begun.John smiled. He felt a little sorry for Craig but personally he wasdelighted with his own results and more than a little curious to see whatwould be next for his friend. That market girl was certainly getting herrevenge!They passed a few hours watching TV. Craig also made them both lunch,muttering that keeping busy helped take his mind off things. Johncontinued to relax on the sofa while Craig did the dishes and then tidiedup a bit. He could get used to this.By mid-afternoon Craig said he was tired and was going to crash out againfor a while. He didn’t know why he needed so much sleep but all thesechanges were probably to blame. He lay his head on his pillow, brieflyfelt a surge of heat from his wrist but was fast asleep a moment later.Chapter 4: The DollWhen he came round three hours had passed. He nervously moved his handto his chest, hoping it had all been a dream or a passing phase. Quitethe reverse. His hand came to a stop under a rather generous leftbreast, which tingled as he gave it a tentative squeeze.He got up, removed his tee shirt and approached the mirror once more.When he saw his reflection he was shocked but almost felt a sense ofrelief. At least he liked like a proper person again rather than astrange male/female hybrid. However, the person he looked like now wasdefinitely female.His blonde hair ran down to his shoulders with little wisps brushingagainst his face. There was no trace of his old masculine features. Hisskin was smooth and pink, his lips were full, and his nose was dainty.His eyes were the same colour as before and, if you looked into themcarefully, you could perhaps see the old Craig in them. He might havebeen his own sister, if he’d had one escort lara who’d been well blessed in the looksdepartment.His whole body was now very girlish. He had a classic hourglass shapewith his narrow waist flaring out to his hips. His breasts were indeedmuch increased. Not huge but slightly above the average for the girls hehad known. He shuddered as he imagined himself in a bra. If this waslong-term then he would definitely be needing one.The one area that was “incomplete” was between his legs. At first glancehe looked completely smooth there, like a doll, except for a light patchof blonde hair. He even panicked for a moment over how he would be ableto urinate. On closer inspection though there was a very small hole. Hewent into his en suite bathroom, sat down, and found that this almostinvisible hole would indeed serve that vital function.He went back to the mirror. The beautiful doll girl looked back at himwith her innocent blue eyes and silky long blonde hair. At least hewasn’t ugly, he thought. Why wasn’t he panicking? This was insane andyet, though he wished for his old body back, he was dealing with it. Heknew he could cope and get through this even if he never changed back.There was something new about him, mentally, that was accepting what hadhappened and was keeping him sane.He felt a little spark of heat from his wrist and remembered thebracelet. It seemed to have shrunk with his wrist to remain a perfectfit. In fact it actually looked very secure – could he even get it off? He reached towards it and then realised he didn’t want to try. He reallyliked that bracelet and it was a gift from John. Could it somehow be todo with what was happening though? All these changes had started shortlyafter he put it on, but it was just a bracelet. He looked at the strangesymbols but then dismissed the thought. He had bigger things to worryabout.The first thing to do was speak to John again and update him on thelatest situation. He needed John more than ever. There was no way hecould deal with this alone. John had been really supportive and shown hewas a friend through thick and thin. Craig even remembered, with a smilenow, John’s squeeze of his butt yesterday. His old friend was a littlesmitten with the new him perhaps. Craig spun round and check out hisbutt over his shoulder. If anything it looked even more perfectlyfeminine than it had earlier – round and perky.Craig surprised himself with a sudden mischievous feeling. If he had toshow John what had happened to him now, why not just get it all over within a moment? Before he could change his mind he opened the bedroom doorand strolled out completely naked.John was still on the sofa and began turning his head. “Hey man, howare…” was as far as he got before his mouth dropped open and he simplystared. Craig was pleased with the effect he’d achieved and couldn’thelp but grin. “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”John was still staring at him speechlessly but then got up and walked upto him for a closer look.”My god. Look at you. You’re stunning.” John’s eyes dropped down toCraig’s naked crotch. “Wow. Like a doll.””Just what I thought,” replied Craig and suddenly realised that his voicetoo sounded very feminine. He stroked his throat and found that hisAdam’s Apple was gone.John raised a hand to Craig’s cheek, then fanned his fingers thoughCraig’s long blonde hair down to his shoulder.”May I?”Craig knew what was coming and nodded. John looked like he was in atrance. It had actually been nice to have his new face and hair stroked.The part of him that was keeping him sane seemed to like this affection.John’s hand drifted down to Craig’s breasts, held them for a moment andthen squeezed. A sudden burst of pleasure caught Craig off-guard and hislegs wobbled slightly. These things were so sensitive. His nipples feltas hard as bullets.”Turn around,” breathed John.Craig wondered if he’d taken things too far by teasing John with hisnudity. John seemed to hardly know where he was. It might be best tojust go along with him till he snapped back out of it.Craig turned and John’s hands returned to his breasts, sending morelittle ripples of pleasure through him. Then one of them dropped down,briefly stroked the wispy patch of blonde hair in his smooth crotch, thenmoved round and cupped his ass firmly.”Not bad huh,” Craig joked hoping to lighten the mood. It didn’t work.John was still fixated on him.Without a word John guided him a few steps towards their dining table,positioned himself behind Craig and bent him forward. Craig suddenlyfound himself pressed down, with his breasts squeezed up on the table andhis arms out ahead of him. The grain of the wooden table filled hisvision. One of John’s hands pushed gently down between Craig’sshoulders, keeping him still, while the other hand continued to strokehis butt.Then Craig heard a zip and a moment later the tip of a very substantialdick up against his butt crack.”Hey wait a minute!” Craig protested and started to struggle for hisfreedom.John simply pushed down more firmly and the fight instantly went out ofCraig. He was painfully crushed on the table and couldn’t breathe. Hetapped on the table with one of his hands, trying to indicate like awrestler that he submitted. John evidently got the message and eased upon the pressure.Craig was quite right about John’s state of mind. He was in a daze. Hisold friend had come out of the bedroom and was suddenly the mostbeautiful girl he had ever seen. He felt utterly compelled to possessand master her, even knowing who she really was. He couldn’t have her inthe usual way but he had to relieve himself somehow.He felt bad seeing Craig squeal and struggle but, in truth, it alsoturned him on even more. He had hardly put any of his strength intopushing Craig down but it had broken his resistance instantly. His oldfriend was so delicate now. It was the easiest thing in the world todominate him.John only meant to play with Craig a little but his glorious girlish asswas hypnotic. He had to know how it felt against his dick, and it feltwonderful. He pushed gently and, amazingly, this beautiful ass seemed toalmost invite him in. He pushed more firmly and found himself rightinside. It was warm, tight and achingly wonderful. He began to rockback and forth, gently at first but with increasing vigor.He became aware that Craig was moaning in time with his thrusts. Theywere soft, girlish moans that had an element of pain but more and morealso sounded like pleasure. John was encouraged and abandoned all self-control. He took hold of Craig’s curvy hips with both hands and reallylet rip until he exploded into orgasm. When he was done he held Craig inplace for a moment longer before finally releasing him, taking a coupleof steps back and then half-collapsing back on the sofa.Craig stayed bent over the table for several seconds longer. John hadleft him up on tiptoe with the side of his face pressed to the table.His new body had betrayed him totally. He had accidentally seduced John,suffered the consequences and worst of all ended up liking it. Towardsthe end his hips had bucked helplessly in time with John’s thrusts tomaximize his penetration. A very female pleasure had built within him,but without genitals he couldn’t orgasm so the pleasure had just swirledaround and around. He realised he was covered in sweat and had John’ssemen on him.Without saying a word he eased back up to his feet and went to thebathroom to clean up. Looking in the mirror he found he couldn’t blameJohn for what had happened. He took all the guilt upon himself andworried about what would happen next. Could they move past this? Hecouldn’t be left alone. Not now.Chapter 5: Evening inOnce Craig was cleaned up he put on an old tee shirt, that now came downto nearly his knees, and walked back into the main room. John was stillon the sofa looking a bit dazed.”How about some dinner?” Craig asked, wanting to move on from what hadjust happened.”Sure. Dinner sounds good.” John looked at him a bit warily, thennodded and put the TV back on. He had no idea what to say, so if Craigwas happy not to talk about it then great.It had already become an unspoken agreement between them that Craig washandling meals. He went into the kitchen and was soon busying himselfputting together something nice. His mind always felt lighter when hewas busy around the house. He noticed an apron on the door and put itover the tee shirt, cinching it tight around his waist. That would avoidany nasty stains and added to his pleasant feeling of domesticity.They ate dinner in mostly silence. John muttered that the food wasreally good, which it was. Craig had never been much of a chef but he’dfelt inspired to try a few new ingredients and they’d all come offperfectly. He excused himself to do the dishes, hung the apron back onits hook and joined John back on the sofa.John reached out a hand and ran it through Craig’s long blonde hair.”Are you doing ok?””Sure. I don’t know what’s happening to me but I’ll be alright.””Cool,” said John. “Let’s watch the game.”It was a football match they’d been planning to watch in town before allthe recent craziness. Craig had always loved football but found it hardto take an interest this time. He enjoyed the relaxed atmosphere andsitting next to John though, who was soon completely distracted by theevents on screen. Craig tentatively rested his head on John’s shoulder. It felt really good, and John didn’t object, so they sat like that forthe rest of the game.Finally they had a few beers, John had four while Craig nursed one, whileJohn spoke about which players were rubbish and so on. They seemed tohave a mutual understanding they would only talk about small stufftonight, which Craig was grateful for. By 11pm John was yawning.”I’m beat. Time for bed. It’s been a long day,” he said.”Agreed. I can hardly keep my eyes open.”Craig was a little nervous. All the changes that had happened to him hadbeen while he was asleep, but then what more could really happen to himnow? He pushed that thought away as he found he could quickly imagineall sorts of horrible things.John eased off the sofa and strolled off towards his room, but paused athis door.”You can join me if you like, just to sleep I mean. Up to you,” and thenhe went into his room leaving the door ajar.Craig was a bit stunned. He supposed they had been cuddled up on thesofa all night like a couple but bed was a different matter, even it wasjust for sleep. On the other hand, if there were any further changes, hefelt lara escort bayan much more comfortable facing them with John rather than alone. Herealised his mind was already made up.Craig quickly cleaned up in his own bathroom and then made his way toJohn’s room, softly opening the door and slipping in. John was alreadyin bed but had left a side of it free, which Craig now got into. Onceunder the cover he took the tee shirt off without thinking about it. Itfelt all wrong in bed. Only after it hit the floor did he stop to thinkabout what he’d done, exposing his girlish body once more. He turnedaway from John in the bed, balling himself up with his arms around hisknees and feeling very vulnerable.John turned towards him and spooned him. A big arm looped over Craig anda hand rested gently on his left breast, stroking it in a sleepy way.The tension drained out of Craig and he relaxed into John’s gentleembrace. Craig had a couple of questions burning in his mind and thisseemed like a good time to ask them.”John, do you have any idea what’s going on?”John sounded quite sleepy now but was happy to talk a little. “I thinkit’s these bracelets,” he yawned. “I don’t know how but I think they’returning you into my dream girl.”Craig had guessed it was the damn bracelet! He ran a finger across it.It still felt tightly embedded against his skin. He couldn’t even beginto get it off. Then his mind moved on to the next thing John had said -“dream girl”. He found he rather liked that. If he had to be a girlthen being John’s dream girl sounded pretty cool.”What does your dream girl look like?”John chuckled. “Well, a lot like you do now. Blonde with a great ass.Her breasts would be a little bigger. Her hair would be a bit longer.Very feminine. But even if you stayed just as you are you’re pretty damnclose.”Craig took the compliment but all he really heard was “long hair” and”bigger breasts”. He knew his breasts were already above average butthen John had always liked an impressive chest.”And how does your dream girl act? What’s she like?””She’s happy to be the girl and to let me be the man. She likes lookingafter me and the home. Loves sex. Loves experimenting. Likes me tomake the decisions. Likes having a big, strong man to take care of her.””Does she have a name?”John paused, then whispered “Lucy”.Craig could hear from John’s voice that he was falling into a bit of anerotic daze, on the edge of his sleep. John’s dick was starting to nudgeup against Craig’s butt, and John’s fingers circled around his breast.Craig decided to leave it there before John got too excited describinghis fantasy. He lay still and quiet, John’s body grew more restful, andsoon Craig could tell he was asleep with his arm still looped overCraig’s chest.”OK bracelet,” Craig whispered, “if you’re still playing with me thenmake me into his dream girl. The girl he can’t be without. Let me havethat at least.”Craig felt the heat of the bracelet begin to rise and knew that furtherchanges would have happened by morning. He suddenly felt very tiredhimself and was asleep in an instant.Chapter 6: Dream girlPerhaps they hadn’t moved all night because Craig woke up to daylight andJohn’s arm still around him. He gently rolled out of bed without wakingJohn and checked out the mirror. The bracelet seemed to have granted hiswish. His golden hair now tumbled down past his shoulders and over hisbreasts. And his breasts really were spectacular. John had been quiteright – bigger had been better. He cupped them in his hands, enjoyingthem and already feeling very bonded with them. Whatever he wore, thesebreasts would always stand out and make him look very womanly.Then he noticed his crotch. It was almost invisible but there was a thinslit now. Experimentally he ran a finger along the surface and instantlyfelt some electric tingles up his spine. Gently he pushed with hisfinger and it slid straight in. His knees buckled and he withdrew thefinger quickly. More exploration of that area later!Any other changes to his physique were only minor. His arms and legslooked a little slimmer again, making him look delicate even by femalestandards but with some very desirable curves and swells. His face wassomehow a bit prettier. It had an almost c***dlike quality with its biginnocent eyes and lively expression.Finally, he now seemed to be a marked woman! All up the inside of hisleft arm were a chain of obscure symbols just like the ones on thebracelet. They looked like tattoos. On his right inner forearm wasanother tattoo, “John 4 ever” transcribed neatly inside a heart. He heldboth his arms up and marveled at the artistry of this impossible tattooartist.Turning around and checking out his curvy butt, it looked much as beforeas John had already labeled it perfection. Another tattoo though on hislower back! In large curling letters, surrounded by a few little heartsand stars, was written “Lucy”.The bracelet itself appeared to have returned to its original size andwas now loose on his small wrist. He tried taking it off, which waseasy, but then slipped it back on again. It was a present from Johnafter all. There was no warmth from it now, but the matching symbols onhis arm had a gentle pulsing heat. Whatever magic the bracelet had usedon him was now part of him permanently.He looked back towards John in the bed, who was just beginning to stir,and felt a surge of powerful affection. Love? He wanted to look afterthis man and be cared for by him in return. He would become John’sfaithful, beautiful girl.He leapt back into the bed and lay on his stomach, propped up on hiselbows. “Morning sleepyhead.”John looked at him with sleepy puzzlement but woke up quickly.”Wow. Your breasts look amazing.”John reached out a hand and fondled one of them, without feeling any needto ask permission this time. His eyes finally made their way down therest of Craig’s body, approving the other little changes and finallycoming to the tattoo.”Lucy! I don’t believe it.””Amazing isn’t it. I guess that’s my name now.””It certainly does suit you a lot better than your old one,” Johnlaughed.Lucy rolled on to her side and showed John her inner arms. He was verypleased with the “John 4 ever” tattoo, and intrigued with the symbols.He looked at his own arm and found the same. All the symbols from hisbracelet were now tattooed on to him, and the bracelet was loose and easyto remove if he wished. He left it on for now. He felt rather attachedto it.”I think the bracelets got into our heads too Lucy. It feels likeeverything before this was a dream and that this is what’s real. Somedeep down part of me feels like you’ve always been my girl, and that thisis all how it should be.””It feels real and right to me too John. I don’t like thinking about whoI used to be. I just want to think about the future, and you.”Lucy looked at him with such strong love in her eyes that John felt quitemoved. He’d been looked at that way before by girls, but never with suchintensity. And he knew what a girl wanted when she looked at him likethat.He ran a hand down Lucy’s front, over her gorgeous big tits where hepaused for a firm squeeze that made her gasp, and down to the new thinslit between her legs.”I love it. You still look like a doll.”Lucy just nodded, clearly wanting him to continue fondling her.Just as Lucy herself had done earlier, John found a little pressure wasall it took for his finger to slip inside her. She was warm and moist inthere. Her eyes almost rolled back in her head and she moaned as headded a second finger and moved them gently around her clitoris.John couldn’t take any more of this stunning busty blonde in his bedwithout having her. He rolled on top of her, pinning her down, andentered her easily with his first thrust. She cried out and wrapped herlegs around him, inviting him deeper. His dick was very large and hetook his time sliding it fully home as Lucy whimpered beneath him. Hefelt a small impediment on the way but pushed through it with one firmerthrust, causing Lucy to cry out with more urgency.”I think you just lost your virginity Lucy,” said John with a big smile.Lucy was unable to speak just then but met his eye for a moment. Hecould see pleasure and surprise as the moment of pain faded.John himself was lost to the lovemaking shortly after. Lucy’s pussy wasa beautiful tight fit around his impressive organ. And she was sosensitive – every thrust seemed to push her to new heights of pleasure.If there’d been anyone else in the villa John would have had to considerplacing a hand over her mouth, but as it was he could allow her to makeall the noise she liked. He got down to business and found a nicerhythm. Her large breasts rubbed softly against his manly chest, herwarm legs were wrapped around his waist, and she clearly loved beingunderneath him. This was sex at its best.Lucy hardly knew where she was anymore. This was her first time as agirl and John was devastating. She felt completely helpless, pinnedunder his muscular body, and it was driving her crazy with desire. Inher mind she was just thinking “deeper, deeper, deeper” and John keptsomehow obliging with each new thrust. She wondered how she could stillbe alive with something so far inside her. It felt like she was impaledon a pole, but instead of dying she’d never felt so good.They climaxed together in an explosion of passion. John made a final andparticularly deep thrust, then kept it there while Lucy flailed andsquealed beneath him. Finally, feeling utterly satisfied, he withdrewand tumbled off Lucy on to his side.”Wow.”He looked at Lucy, enjoying the fact she was still panting and unable tospeak. Her breasts looked particularly nice as they heaved up and downwith each deep breath she took. She was covered in sweat, both hers andhis, and her long blonde hair was an adorable mess as it stuck to herface and chest. He’d taken girls to Heaven before but he’d never feltquite so pleased with his impact.Lucy finally managed to pull herself together a little.”That was incredible. You were incredible,” she whispered with tears inher eyes. “God I want to do that every day forever.”John grinned. “Play your cards right babe, and you just might get to.”Lucy turned her head towards him and smiled. “Pretty pleased withyourself aren’t you stud. Well fair enough, you earned it.” She glanceddown at John’s dick and he could see wonder in her eyes.”Now what can I do for you, man of mine? Breakfast in bed?”John laughed. “Sounds great Lucy.”And in a moment she was up and skipping toward the kitchen, stillcompletely nude, to fix them both something up. He watched her beautifulbutt till it disappeared around the corner. This was undoubtedly thelife. John looked at the symbols on his arm, smiled and gave them akiss. “Thank you.”
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