Magic Ring for Sale

I frantically gathered my thoughts. "Tom, please wait."

"Why?" She struggled to unhook her bra. "Help me take this thing off."

***

She turned her back to me, and I unhooked the clasps of her bra. As she removed it and faced me, I realized that her breasts were as perfect as the rest of her. It was an unbelievable level of beauty!

Taking a step back, I raised my hands in a defensive posture, preventing her from getting too close. "Tom, I have a serious proposal for you."

"What is it?" She furrowed her brow.

"It's crucial to me," I said earnestly. "Please, consider it. Stay in this body not for half an hour, but for a full day. In exchange, I'll transform into various girls for you for an entire month, fulfilling your every desire and your most intricate fantasies!"

The beautiful girl shook her head, but without any indignation, she calmly smiled. "We didn't agree on that," she said softly. "And think about it, why a day and not a week? I can tell you want me to remain this girl for the rest of my life. Be honest. But I'm your best friend since childhood. We went to school and university together. You wouldn't want to do this to me, would you?"

I sat on the bed and buried my face in my hands. That accursed wizard! I'd fallen right into his trap! He probably fed on other people's emotions like a parasite and was now smiling, watching my anguish. No, I wouldn't let him win!

Gradually, I regained my composure, the ability to think rationally and logically, and most importantly, to make quick and accurate decisions.

"Check the pockets of the shorts. Maybe there's some kind of identification?" I asked Tom. "Of course, I won't force you to remain this girl for life, but I'll do my best to find the real one -- the one whose body was copied."

"No, the pockets are empty," she replied.

"Not even a cell phone? That's a shame," I said. "Let's think this through. She was wearing sneakers, so she must have been doing some sport. Most likely, she was running at a nearby stadium or park since the ring only copies the nearest ten thousand women. I have a good chance of encountering her if I visit all the local stadiums and running spots in the mornings and evenings over the next few days."

I smiled, and the beautiful girl visibly relaxed, relieved that there was a solution. "To ease your mind, I'll stay as this girl for another hour. You should get to know her better before starting your search," she suggested, sitting down next to me. After a moment's hesitation, she tenderly wrapped her arms around me.

I nearly pushed her away, remembering that the person embracing me was actually a man, and it felt bizarre. But as I looked into her captivating eyes, all foolish thoughts vanished from my mind.

***

For the next hour, I was in heaven. We started with the classic missionary position, gazing into each other's eyes as we moved in sync. I couldn't believe how incredible it felt to be inside her, to feel her body tighten and release around me. We then moved onto the rear position, and the view of her curvy behind only heightened my pleasure.

In between rounds, we kissed passionately, exploring every inch of each other's bodies. I couldn't help but feel like I was in a dream, like this was too good to be true. She (or rather, Tom in her body) seemed to be enjoying it just as much as me. She moaned and writhed underneath me, her nipples hardening and her vulva swelling with desire.

Throughout our lovemaking, I couldn't bring myself to call her Tom. It just didn't feel right. Instead, I called her Betty - it just seemed to suit her better. And she didn't seem to mind, responding to it with renewed passion and fervor.

When we were both completely spent, Betty gathered her courage and gave me a blowjob. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to be experiencing this kind of pleasure with her. And when I came for the fourth time, I knew that this was something I would never forget.

Afterward, Betty went to rinse her mouth in the bathroom. But I couldn't bear to be away from her for even a moment longer, so I followed her into the shower. The water cascaded down on us as we kissed and explored each other's bodies. I couldn't believe how intimate we were becoming, how connected we were starting to feel.

Then, I lay her, clean, down on the bed and kissed her again, but in other lips, and using my fingers, clumsily, but brought it to the finish line! Her moans, at first quiet, became loud and sobbing, and finally her body arched in a violent orgasm!

All good things come to an end sometime. When our time was almost up, Betty gently asked me if she could take off the ring. I could hear a hint of apology and maybe even some regret in her voice. But I knew that our time was running out, and so I reluctantly agreed.

"Take it off," I sighed, kissing her goodbye. "Put on some shorts first".

She got out of bed, pulled on her shorts, and removed the radeamite ring. Nothing happened.

"More than an hour has passed. Your body will change back in ten minutes," I said as she looked worriedly at her still feminine body. "In the meantime, we can try lesbian sex," I said with a smirk, trying to lighten the mood. I took the radeamite ring from her and slipped it onto my own ring finger.

***

As the world around me blurred, I felt a strange sensation coursing through my body, and when I opened my eyes, I was no longer myself.

Now I was dressed in some kind of blue faded T-shirt, white female panties and house slippers. Apparently, the woman whose body was copied by the ring was at home and resting.

Tom, when he was transformed into that fat girl, had immediately taken hold of her chest. I, on the other hand, was struck by the sight of the white panties that now adorned my body. They looked so ordinary and natural, but they felt so new and exciting.

Without thinking, I reached down and pulled the panties to the side, staring in stunned silence at what lay beneath, and then gingerly touched myself, marveling at the sensation of not having a penis.

It was such a strange and exciting feeling, not having a penis. It was like one of those erotic dreams where you're a woman in women's clothes, looking at yourself in the mirror, knowing that there, under your clothes, everything is feminine, and that you are not feeling your penis. You have no penis. This is incredibly exciting and at the same time immobilizes you, some kind of stiffness of the muscles appears, you want to feel something there, in the lower abdomen, and you seem to be about to feel it, but you can't move, and the dream jumps to another storyline. Only now it was not a dream, there was no stiffness, my sensations were extremely real and sharp, and I felt how my lower abdomen was filled with heaviness and excitement.

"Wow!" I exclaimed in an unexpectedly high-pitched voice, clearing my throat in surprise.

As I took a few steps towards the closet mirror, I could see the woman I had become. She was in her thirties, with a tired, elongated face and a long nose with a hump. But her black eyes were strikingly beautiful, and I couldn't help but admire them. I tried to smile, and the woman in the mirror smiled back at me uncertainly. Her short black hair and large breasts only added to the surreal experience.

***

Tom's voice startled me out of my reverie. "I'm back to being me again," he said, disappointment lacing his words. "We didn't have a chance to try out the lesbian sex."

I turned to face him, noticing how much taller he seemed now that I was in this woman's body. He looked at me expectantly, uncertain of how to approach me. It was strange to see my best friend in such a different light.

With a newfound sense of boldness, I stripped off my T-shirt and panties, feeling a sense of excitement coursing through me as I exposed my naked body to Tom. I stood in front of the mirror, examining myself. I had a narrow frame with slightly wide hips, and my breasts were large but a little saggy.

I arched over and stood on my tiptoes, placing my hands behind my head. At the same time, the breasts lifted and took on a more pleasing shape.

I attempted to cross my legs, hoping to give the appearance of more impressive thighs, but my feet were already tired. I sighed and lowered my arms, looking back at Tom. He was watching me intently, his eyes dark with desire.

In a bold move, I reached out and cupped my breasts in my hands, feeling the pleasant and exciting sensation of my own flesh in my palms. As I did so, I felt a contracting sensation in the lower part of my abdomen, as if my nerve endings were connected in some way to my female genitalia.

Feeling emboldened, I slid my left hand down to my labia, exploring the unusual smoothness and shape of this unfamiliar part of my body. With my thumb and ring finger, I gently spread my labia apart, exposing my wet vagina. I pressed harder with my palm and then tentatively inserted my index and middle fingers, feeling an unfamiliar sensation that was both exhilarating and a little frightening. As if something could be damaged by carelessness, although I understood perfectly well that there is nothing dangerous in putting a finger into one's vagina.

And at that moment, Tom could not stand it and pounced on me. He easily pinned me down on the bed, his hands holding my wrists firmly above my head. I could feel the heat of his body against mine, his legs entwined with mine, spreading them apart. I could feel his arousal pressing against my thigh as he awkwardly tried to position himself.

"Here, let me help," I whispered, guiding his hard cock towards my entrance. As he entered me, I let out a soft moan of pleasure. The sensation of him moving inside me was exhilarating, and I couldn't help but move my hips in time with his thrusts.

But then, in the heat of the moment, Tom leaned in to kiss me. My mind was suddenly consumed with disgust, the thought of kissing a man - let alone my best friend - was too much for me to handle. I turned my head away, pushing him off of me.

Confused, Tom pulled away and looked at me with bewilderment. "What's happened?" he asked, his breathing heavy.

"I'm sorry," I said, feeling guilty for ruining the moment. "I just can't kiss a man, especially not you."

"Hm," Tom looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "You didn't spoil anything, Brian, I managed to reach climax. By the way, I kissed you when I was a woman. Why can't you? Is it more difficult than having sex?"

"These are different things," I objected, feeling a bit defensive. "But don't worry. The ring will help me adapt. Do you remember what the instructions say about rotating it on your finger?"

"By the way, you're right!" rejoiced Tom, his eyes lighting up. "Make a wish, spin the ring, and the problem is solved."

"Wait," I interjected, my tone cautious. "Mental changes are a dangerous thing. I'd like to conduct some experiments first before using it. But at the end of the experiments, the ring will have to be removed. Do you mind if I take off the ring and then put it back on? Or do you like this particular woman?"

Tom thought for a moment, his brow furrowed. "I like this woman, but since it is necessary for the experiment, I don't mind changing her. How much time do you need for the experiment?"

"Half an hour," I said. "Or maybe less."

"I want to see everything in black and white, but in 30 seconds color vision will automatically return to me," I explained before turning the ring on my finger.

As I rotated the ring, it effortlessly adjusted its diameter, turning smoothly before shrinking back to fit snugly around my finger. No sound accompanied the change. The world simply turned gray.

"It happened. Everything is gray," I told Tom, who looked at me with an amused expression.

Thirty seconds passed, and the world regained its vibrant colors.

"Great! The color is back!" I exclaimed, delighted by the successful test. "This means that the ring can be programmed, and this opens up many more possibilities."

"I want to see everything in gray," I thought this time, without saying the words aloud. "Color vision should return in 10 minutes or as soon as I go to the bathroom."

I turned the ring, and everything went gray. Wasting no time, I entered the bathroom, and the world blossomed with color once more.

"Conditional commands also work," I joyfully explained to Tom, whose eyes widened with fascination.

There was one final test. Could the ring be removed from the finger on command? The instructions didn't mention anything about this.

"I want to see everything in gray and fall asleep soundly on the bed for thirty minutes. Twenty minutes after I fall asleep, the ring should come off by itself," I declared, my voice filled with determination.

"And you, Tom, while I sleep, you can have fun with my female body," I added, a playful smirk on my face as I turned the ring.

The world shifted to grayscale, and an overwhelming drowsiness washed over me. I sat down on the bed and closed my eyes, succumbing to the irresistible pull of slumber.

***

I was lying on the bed, the world awash with vibrant colors, as I found myself back in my old male body with the magical ring sitting next to me. "Everything worked out!", I exclaimed to Tom, who had quickly slipped on his shorts in anticipation of my awakening. "The ring works flawlessly! We can continue."

Excitedly, I hopped out of bed and slipped the ring onto my finger. The world around me blurred momentarily as my body transformed once more. Suddenly, I was shorter than Tom, clad in a sleek black dress and shoes - thankfully, with low heels. The room seemed to take on a different perspective from this height.

Approaching the ornate mirror mounted on the wall, I saw a young girl of about 18-20 years old, dressed in an elegant evening gown. Her black hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her dark, mysterious eyes. Though she appeared quite different from my previous female form, there was still something familiar about her. Her features seemed to dance between mischief and caprice, but never sadness or despair. A boyish quality lingered in her face (perhaps a remnant of my masculine nature?), mingled with an alluring, feminine grace. Her body was slender and seductive, with a slightly smaller bust than my previous female incarnation, but I found this figure more appealing. If anyone were to describe this body, the words "touching and graceful" would likely come to mind. It was evident that the girl took care of herself, but a hint of roundness in her cheeks suggested a potential predisposition toward gaining weight.

I turned to Tom, my eyes filled with curiosity. "Like?" I asked him, unable to suppress a giggle at his intensely concentrated expression.

"Yes, yes!", Tom quickly reassured me. "This time you're much more beautiful than the last. Don't take off the ring!"

His comically fearful reaction made me want to tease him, but I restrained myself and adopted a serious expression. "Good," I said. "Here is my program for the ring. Since it's Saturday evening now, let the ring be automatically removed from my finger at midnight next Sunday. This command cannot be canceled by any subsequent commands. Until that time, let the ring modify my personality according to Tom's wishes. He need only speak his wish aloud, and the ring shall fulfill it immediately. If, by chance, the rules in the instructions are violated, let the ring be removed from my finger ahead of schedule. My own commands should be ignored from now on. This program cannot be canceled or altered by subsequent programs until the ring is removed."

I rotated the ring on my finger, smiling at my newfound confidence. "Try to make a wish," I suggested to Tom.

"I want you to think of yourself only as a woman," Tom wished. "And you should respond to the name Helen."

He looked at me questioningly. "By the way, why did you start all these experiments with sleep and removing the ring?"

"I thought that the main threat during the rotation of the ring is the danger of losing my sense of self," I explained. "A person could forget who they are and live the rest of their life in someone else's body without trying to remove the ring. I can't remember my real name now. I only remember that my name is Helen. Funny, right?" I giggled, amused by the situation. "Well, in short, my program for the ring protects me from all of that."

***

Tom stroked his chin thoughtfully, a glint in his eyes. "Well then, let's get started. I want you to be attracted to men and repulsed by the idea of sex with women," he said with a sly smile. "I also want you to find my appearance pleasing and experience strong arousal when imagining intimate moments with me. And I want you to feel disgusted by the idea of masturbation. Now, go to the bathroom, wash up, and return to me. Think about being with me while you're there."

"That cheeky devil," I thought to myself, my spirits high as I headed for the bathroom. "He sure knows how to make the most of his wishes! Well, I did give him permission."

"Wait!" Tom stopped me abruptly. "Remove all your clothes here, Helen, and go to the bathroom naked."

I kicked off my shoes and clumsily pulled the evening gown over my head, revealing a delicate black lace bra and panties. Tom approached me from behind, deftly unhooking my bra and slipping his hands around to cup my chest. The sensation sent a sweet shiver down my spine, tickling some hidden part of my mind. He released me, and I stumbled, nearly losing my balance.

This unexpected turn of events set me to giggling. The girl whose body I now inhabited must have been quite a joyful person in her daily life.

Recalling that I was to remove everything and head to the bathroom, I pulled off my panties and carelessly tossed them on the floor.

"Pick them up and place them on a chair," Tom instructed. As I bent down to retrieve the undergarment, his hand suddenly snaked around me and caressed my crotch. My body responded with a sweet spasm, and instead of pulling away, I found myself frozen in anticipation of more. But it didn't come.

"Go," Tom said, playfully swatting my behind.

Before leaving the room, I took one last glance at myself in the mirror. The sight of my naked body stirred a sense of unease, and my smile faded. I felt a twinge of embarrassment in front of Tom -- not only was I naked, but my body was far from perfect. My gaze shifted to Tom, who was still clad in his shorts, and my mind's eye painted an image of him completely naked, his initially soft cock growing hard and strong. Flustered, I averted my eyes.

As I walked to the bathroom, my hand absentmindedly found my chest, and a heavy, aching desire pulsed through my lower abdomen. A typical woman in this state might have sought relief in the bathroom, but my personality had been altered by Tom's aversion to self-pleasure. As I washed under the warm spray of the shower, I found myself tormented. Visions of Tom's insistent fingers parting my wet folds and delving inside consumed my thoughts. On one hand, I yearned for the fantasy to become reality; on the other, I was mortified by the idea of touching myself. It felt as repugnant as putting feces in my mouth. Ugh! The cursed ring had me ensnared in its influence.

After a hasty shower, I dried off with a fluffy towel and dashed back to the bedroom, my breath coming in short, excited gasps. Tom, still in his shorts, sat on the bed, observing me with curiosity.

"The ring works, Tom. I really, really want to be intimate with you," I confessed, laughter concealing a hint of uncertainty. "And I'm more than ready for a passionate kiss. Can you help me take off your shorts?"

Tom chuckled. "Helen, I want you to be quivering, shy, impressionable, and indecisive. You don't have to make the first move yourself."