Made For Him

His hands on my dress and my body beneath it. Touching me, feeling me, wanting me. A burning desire I can’t deny. A body that is not my own.

I needed a place to stay for the summer and it honestly seemed like the perfect solution. I mean I’d known Professor Stevens for three years now, he was my mentor and my friend, staying in his spare room for the summer seemed like it would be amazing.

I can’t deny the desires I feel. Even if it scares me I want to give in.

His house is unlike anything I’ve ever seen. It’s a mansion, bigger than any place I’ve ever spent a night in. I feel so in his debt for this favor he’s done for me. I’ll do anything to make it up to him.

He offered me the choice, a normal summer or a summer transformed. Becoming his own personal little servant. A petite and beautiful woman, all wrapped up with a bow and belonging to him alone.

From the moment I opened my eyes as her I could feel the need thrumming through my new body. This body aches for pleasure, for the touch of someone firm and guiding. It aches for him, and I want to give in.

I’ll get on my knees for him. I’ll tend to his every need. I’ll dress up like his sweet little maid and when he takes me in his bed I’ll become something more.

A woman. His woman. His to have as long as he’ll have me.

Excerpt

Looking at me, telling me that I had changed with his look and not his words. Smiling as he locked eyes with me and nodded, confirming my suspicions were true.

“My god you’re beautiful as a woman,” he said to me, reaching out his hand and letting me reach out to touch him, my slender fingers in his as he pulled me to my feet and steadied me against the shift in balance.

I felt different, I did. Like things were recognizable but not the same.

And my clothing was somehow tight and loose at the same time. It was built for a body different than this one, built for a frame that was curvaceous in a different way.

Professor Stevens led me over to the mirror and turned me to face it, his hands on my shoulders as I marveled at the image in the mirror.

She was at least somewhat me, I could see myself in her. But it was like all the masculinity in me had been wiped away and the feminine features brought forward in their place.

Her cheekbones and jaw smoothed out without any angularity. Her lips plumper and fuller. Her nose smaller and her hair smoother and wavier.

She was gorgeous, he was right about that, and even though the clothing I was wearing was masculine and did their best to hide the figure beneath I could catch glimpses of her breasts and hips and ass through them.

Behind me, Professor Stevens stared at the image of me. His hands moved from my shoulders down my sides, feeling and revealing my silhouette bit by bit until they stopped at my hips and held onto them possessively. I could feel his grip tightening, his hands pulling me back as I stumbled into him and bit my lip, feeling his body pressing so close and so overpowering to me.

He was right against me, his firm chest and flat stomach pressing into my back. His jeans pressing against my ass.

I think I could feel it then, the bulge between his legs. Feel it thicken against me and I pressed back into him, my hands finding his forearms and holding him as my ass began almost unconsciously to grind up and down against him.

Oh god, I was lost in the moment. I would give anything for his hands to move on my body, to touch and feel and please me like I knew he could. To spin me around and grab me up, carrying me over and dropping me on the bed and quickly and skillfully stripping me bare before tasting and touching and taking me.

But he had bigger plans. He was going to make me his before the night was through, but we had all summer and there was no need to rush.

“I’ll leave you be and you can get dressed,” he told me, releasing my hips and stepping away from me, “Once you’re dressed and ready you can come downstairs and find the kitchen. We can discuss further the exact terms of this arrangement over a dinner that you’ve prepared for us.”

His voice was back to being cold and clipped. I watched his reflection in the mirror as he gave me one last approving glance before stepping out of the room and closing the door behind him.

God the moment he was gone I nearly sank to my knees with the trembling running through me. All of this was so far from how I’d expected things to go and yet I found myself drawn to it all the same. I needed this and I needed him to need me, and as my hands pulled at my clothing and bared my new feminine body with a surprising speed I finally gave in to the desires bursting within me.

Sinking to my knees and staring at her revealed. Her breasts just as full and perky as I’d imagined, her stomach toned and smooth and her waist positively tiny, flaring out into full hips that led into long and tapered smooth thighs.

Spreading those thighs apart and revealing what was contained between them. My sex blushing with arousal and wet and needy to my touch as I pressed my hands onto it. As my fingers found my slit and teased up and down it, flicking back and forth over my clit and sending waves of pleasure washing over me.

Everything so present and so immediate as I pushed my fingers inside. Moaning so loud that I’m sure he could hear me, that I’m sure the neighbors could fucking hear me.

Moaning his name.

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