issue : My Fantasy Chapter one

This chronicle as you will find out is all wishful thinking. But would n't it
be fun to accept the ability.

When I was fifteen I experienced a life changing happening. I was on my
paper route about 6:30 one cockcrow when I came upon a bingle car wreck.

A gentleman had gone off the road and hit a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. The car was pretty
smashed up and he was pinned inside. It had just happened because one of
the wheels was still turning. I could see the figure of an older guy lying
across the steering bicycle. He started to incite his head so I thought I 've
got to get him out of there. I pulled and pulled and finally got the doorway
unfold and he was capable to help me help him out of the car. We had just
gotten to condom when the car exploded and burned. We just sat there in
astonishment at how close we both had come to the end.

I asked the old guy if he was hurt and he said no he would be all right.
And then he took my arm and asked me to set with him for a bit. I said OK
and we talked about poppycock, schooling, sports etc for a while and then he
looked at me and said,

'' Without hesitation you stepped in and helped me get out of my car. That
was an strange act of courageousness and bravery. I 'm going to reinforce you with
one wish. You can feature anything you want but be careful of what you ask
for because once you tell me it ca n't be changed and you will get exactly
what you asked for. ``

I thought for a minute, not about what I wanted, but what kind of idiot
this guy thought I was. I knew there was no such thing as a good fairy or
shielder angel but here he was telling me I could have anything I wanted.
But I though, what the nether region, if he is and can give me what I want I might
as well go for it.

'' My better supporter 's sister is dying of a mind tumor. I want her cured
without surgery, '' I stated. The fella looked at me and said, `` You did n't
hesitate in asking for help for your Quaker 's sister. You could have had
anything you wanted but that 's what was most significant to you. For that
act of compassion, I 'm going to grant you a second wish. I will take care
of your first one today and be here tomorrow break of the day at this clock time to learn
your back one. '' With that he just unconditional disappeared.

I finished my report route in complete mystification which was compounded
when I passed the scene of the fortuity on my way home and there was no
panorama of the stroke. No skid sucker, no marks on the Tree, no indicant
of a fire, and no go down automobile. This was really getting scary. And
then later at schoolhouse Donny came running up to me and told me that his
sister had woken up, was talking and they took more than exam and the tumor was
gone. All the MEd and chemo stuff have done their job, just in the notch
of time. It was unbelievable. So now I had another problem on my hands.
This guy apparently was for real so what I want for my second wish.

All day I had ideas pop into my head. Money, a car, change my looks, do
this do that. Then at the end of PE class it hit me. I was in the exhibitioner
variety of looking over the bozo as I always did and wondering what it would
be like to be a girl and eff them, when it hit me. I want the power to
switch my consistence from what I am to what I want to be and then switch back
again. I want to be capable to go a beautiful girl and muddle around and
then change back to me.

The adjacent morning my friend was there waiting for me just like he said he
would be. I thanked him a hundred times for what he did for wisecrack and then
got gear up to tell him what I wanted for my second wishing. That I wanted the
power to change into anything I wanted but always have the ability to
change back to me. He asked me if I wanted to be able to do this in front
of the great unwashed or should I have to bump a place to be alone. And do I need to
be able-bodied to change from for instance a dog to a cat or just back to myself
first. I thought this over and said I guess I better be able to change
anytime and I want to deepen from one affair to another. That I want to
continue my own intellect etc., no thing what I change to. My Quaker was hush for a
minute, smiled at me and said, `` OK, it 's done. Why do n't you try it for
me ? '' I thought for a minute and then thought to myself, `` I want to be a
guy 20 years old. Instantly I was changed into what would probably be me
in 5 years. Then I thought I want to be myself again and I was. The old
man told me to enjoy my new business leader but not to misuse it and he was gone.

My enthusiasm for my new power was uncontrollable. I spent hours in my
room, changing from me to everything I could think of. A book of account, a cat, a 50
year old guy and finally a girl. There I was, standing in front of my
mirror a beautiful 16 year old fille. I felt my tits, my rose hip, my pussy and
was awe struck. I even made my tits freehanded, my haircloth a dissimilar color and
all sorts of changes. But then I discovered one affair about my new power.
I could change my body but I could n't deepen early affair nor could I
manufacture things. My body was changed but my cloths were still those of
a boy.

Over the following few weeks I began dressing in my Mom 's cloths, loving the
feeling of her bra and panties when I changed my body to meet them. One
Sabbatum both my parents had to influence so I spent the whole day as a female,
dressing in rig after outfit out of my Mom 's drawers and closet. I was
even caught by my proficient buddy when he dropped by. He did n't have a clew
that it was me or that if he had tried he could get got his foremost piece of
ass. When we met at school day the next Mon he asked me about the girlfriend at
my stead. I told him she was my full cousin who had dropped by and that my Mom
did n't wish her often because she was a really slut.

I found out later in the hebdomad that my common people had to work again on Sabbatum
so I told Don to leave out by. About 9 in the morning, I heard Don ring the
toll. I was dressed up in Mom 's bra and panties but an old t-shirt and
jogging shorts of mine. I made sure my mamilla were poking a collapsible shelter in the
t-shirt and answered the door. Don about dropped his jaw. He starred at
my tits and gulped a Hi out and I told him that Ron had to go do something
about his composition road but that Don should hold off for him to get back. I
ushered him into the living room, form of wiggling my ass as I walked. We
started talking about schoolhouse and stuff and finally I asked Don if he had
ever kissed a daughter and felt her up. He turned red and stammered out a no
and I kind of laughed at him. I said why not, girls like to play as much
as guy do. He gulped and said something I did n't understand and turned
redder if that is potential. I went over and plopped down beside him on the
sofa and sort of itch my tits on his arm. He was still beet red and was
really funny. I could n't believe how frighten he was. I reached up and
pulled his face to mine and kissed him, pushing my tongue in his rima oris. I
guess that made him sharpen because immediately his hand was on my tit.

We continued the osculation and as his hand moved from tit to tit my helping hand began
to knead the cumulus in his knickers. Don has probably the biggest cock I 've
seen. A wide 7 inches when punishing. We had measured it one meter when we were
jacking off together. I had wanted to play with it but had n't cause I
did n't desire Don to call up I was gay or something. Finally I whispered in
his ear that we should use up our fabric off. He helped me out of my T-shirt
but could n't get my bra off. I kind of laughed as I unhooked it. His eye
got really big as he looked at my bare tits. I stood up and wiggled out of
my shortstop and panties and told him to hurry up and get nude. He did and I
took my twist at staring, at his beautiful peter. He sat back down beside me
and I gripped his hard meat and began playing with it. He told me if I
continued that he was going to shot all over. I asked him how he 'd like to
shoot in my sassing and he variety of grinned and said that would be wonderful.

I had no melodic theme how to go about sucking a stopcock. All I knew about a blow job
was what the older hombre had said. But it felt so good, that backbreaking cock in
my mouth. I sucked it and licked it and then started moving my lip up
and down on it. Kind of like fucking my mouth with it. Don started to
squirm and groan and then I felt his hot cum filling my backtalk. I really
liked the feel and gustation of it. His prick was instantly soft. I continued
to suck it until every finis drop of cum was in my sass. I had n't had
enough of this sex fun so continued to lick and suck his sonant cock, hoping
to revive him. Soon I started having some success. Don was revived also,
laying me over on my back and moving down between my legs. His tongue
licked me all around my pussy pickle and finally he pushed it in. I put my
hands behind his head and pushed my pelvic girdle against his face. I went crazy
when he found my button and sucked it like a little cock. Then he moved up
and put the brain of his prick at the hatchway of my puss. I grabbed his hips
and pushed against him taking him in to my love life canal. A span of strokes
and he was all the way in me and at that moment I knew I was going to jazz
to fuck.

Don lasted a lot longer this time and it was tremendous. We fucked fast and
we fucked dumb. We fucked with him on top and with me on top. Finally he
was really hammering me and I felt the most tremendous feelings coming on
and knew I was about to cum. And then it hit, every emotion and every
feeling a young woman can have, all at the same time. I could feel my passion juice
squirting all over and then just as mine was finishing, Don moaned and
buried his shaft in me and stopped and laid down on me. I wrapped my legs
around him and hugged him. That was so good he whispered. I moaned in
agreement .