1. Drink Me (Sissy Story) by sdvine


    Date: 1/27/2015, Categories: Fetish, Shemales, Taboo, Author: sissyAlyna, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    weeks, the effects borne from taking the entire potion became apparent as they faded. I became much less insatiable, and could control myself a lot more. The waves of pleasure, and the speed and severity of the orgasms also faded. That only slowed me down slightly. Even with the drop off, the experience of this body was orders of magnitude better. Kiki and I theorized that this might have been because I was finally in the body I was meant to have, not that women necessarily feel more pleasure. I did note that a male orgasm was like a firework, intense but brief in relation to the female. Dave and I settled in to an arrangement that was a bit more than friends with benefits, but not really girlfriend and boyfriend. With a bit of probing, I got him to agree to having another man in bed with us. I loved it when that did happen; it made me feel twice as validated. Kiki and I found the right people and I gained a new identity. My money, which I had made liquid before I drank the potion, lasted about a month, especially since I had to pay for ...
    getting that new identity, and for a new wardrobe. I know it's terribly cliché, but I took to stripping. Cliché it may be, but it was good money, and my body was made for little else. I didn't plan to do it forever, either, but to build up a decent bankroll and take a more traditional job later. After some time had passed, I went back down to New Orleans, Kiki in tow. I was half expecting to find a completely empty space where the woman's shop had been, but there she was, standing almost exactly the same way as she was the first time I saw her. She recognized me immediately, inviting us inside. She marveled at the job her potion had done, and inquired about my exaggerated figure. We told her about the sneaky writing on the bottle, and she gave a wry smile, saying something like, "I should've known that damn wizard had some sort of trick up his sleeve with that one...crafty old bastard." I wasn't sure what she meant, but ultimately it didn't matter. She had been right when she first beckoned me. She did have what I needed, and I did love it.
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