He never thought that magic was real but one wish later he knew the truth. He’d been magically swapped into the petite and busty body of a gorgeous redhead, and he’d begun to discover first hand that the changes didn’t end there.
He couldn’t help himself, throwing himself into encounter after encounter with whatever man he could find. First his roommate and now…
His professor thinks he’s cheating, because after all it’s supposed to be a guy writing the test, not this pretty young woman. Will he be able to convince the professor to change his mind? Will they be able to come to an agreement that satisfies both their needs?
Excerpt
Fucking hell I can’t believe I did what I did.
But when he asked me all I could think was what could it hurt? I mean after all I’m not really a girl, I’m still a guy and I’ve spent plenty of time walking around this apartment without my shirt on.
So I pulled it off.
Have you ever seen a video of a girl on the internet taking off her shirt and you’re just struck by what you see and all that you can think of is: those are bigger than I expected.
Whether it was the baggy shirt or my new and tiny frame you couldn’t really anticipate from looking at me just how big my breasts would be. Turns out more than a handful was accurate, much more in this case because this body was just as busty as it was petite.
And my breasts were frankly damn near flawless, full and perky with upturned nipples and pale areolas that were puffy and faded into the milky white skin across them. If it wasn’t for the sprinkling of freckles standing out on the tops of my breasts the whole thing would look almost like two seamless and flawless globes of white.
His eyes went wide, and I could sense immediately that something had changed between us but I don’t think I wanted to admit it. At least not out loud.
Shots followed this and my shirt didn’t come back on and then he was complimenting my abs and trying very hard not to stare at my bare skin while I was trying very hard not to stare at the bulge in his pants and then I don’t know why but I said I was wondering about how much fun it would be to have sex as a girl and then his tongue was in my mouth and his hands were on my breasts and oh god I was pressing against his body and peeling the clothes from him while he stripped me bare.
Even now the thought of it has me confused. Because on the one had it felt so good, felt so right and oh so necessary. But on the other hand he was my roommate and my friend and we were both men.
Both straight men.
And I was going to say something, to at least put that out in the open but then his head was between my legs and any thoughts of protest or complaint went out the window immediately.
The truth was that I only wanted to complain out of a sense of obligation and necessity. But I didn’t really need to.
I needed this.