Magic Ring for Sale

I wanted to protest and suggest that he take the first step himself since I couldn't, but then I worried he would be offended and our situation would only worsen. It was better to say nothing at all.

I couldn't help but stare at the enticing bulge in his shorts, my mind wandering to the moment when I'd slowly pull them off and playfully tease his manhood with my tongue. Then, I'd gently envelop him with my lips, and Tom would close his eyes and press my head closer to him, pushing himself deeper into my mouth, further into my throat... Holding my hair, he'd begin to move in and out of my mouth while I struggled to suppress my gag reflex. Was all of this about to happen soon?

With great effort, I pulled myself back from the vivid daydream. Was I really fantasizing about performing oral sex? I couldn't remember Tom expressing that particular desire. Or had he done so while I was in the bathroom? My mind raced, wondering what else he might want from me.

Just then, Tom rose from the bed and took a step toward me. The sensation of his proximity washed over me, driving all other thoughts from my mind. There he was, embracing me. My heart pounded furiously, feeling as though it might burst from my chest. At last, Tom wrapped his arms around me, and I nearly swooned from the overwhelming sensation.

As our bodies pressed together, I knew the ring had fully taken hold of me. In that moment, I was Helen -- passionate, desirous, and completely captivated by Tom.

As Tom penetrated me, his manhood slid into my aching, yearning pussy so perfectly, igniting a fire that coursed through my entire body. The waves of pleasure were so intense that I was immediately swept up in a powerful orgasm. In that moment, my consciousness was overtaken by pure ecstasy, and I felt as if I'd surrendered my entire being to Tom.

Tom reached his climax shortly after me, and as he leaned back on the pillow, a look of mild disappointment crossed his face. The intensity of our lovemaking had dissolved my shyness, and I found myself tenderly kissing Tom's chest, my hand resting playfully on his thigh, inching closer to his most intimate area. My desire to please him welled up within me, and I eagerly set to work.

I continued to shower affection on his chest as I repositioned myself closer to his legs. A thought struck me: most men have likely never seen another man's penis up close, just as most women have never had a detailed view of a vagina. With this newfound insight, I approached Tom's manhood with curiosity and enthusiasm.

Using my small, delicate hands, I gently stroked and massaged the shaft and scrotum while my lips and tongue teased and tantalized the head. As Tom's arousal grew, I decided to attempt the deep-throat technique from my earlier fantasy. Taking a deep breath, I opened my mouth wide and pushed myself onto him as far as I could manage. The sensation was too much for me, and I gagged, quickly pulling away to avoid choking.

"I wanted to try deep-throating," I said, clearing my throat and apologizing to Tom. "But it didn't work out. I'm sorry."

"It's alright," he reassured me. "It seems the ring doesn't grant actual skills, just the illusion of confidence. Something like that probably takes a lot of practice."

***

My hands continued to explore Tom's rigid member, and in a bold move, I climbed on top of him and guided him into the wet, sweetly aching space between my legs. The sensation of his cock entering me so deeply was beyond anything I had experienced before, far more intense than when Tom had been on top. I began to rock from side to side, from front to back, discovering various pleasurable points inside of me with every motion.

As the physical tension intensified, I felt my consciousness drift into a hazy state of anticipation. My only concern was how Tom would react to me taking the initiative without his permission. What if he didn't like it? But just as these doubts threatened to consume me, Tom began to move energetically beneath me, lifting me with each powerful thrust. His hands roamed over my body, first cupping my breasts and then gripping my buttocks. I adjusted my position so that his thrusts grazed my most sensitive spot (likely my clitoris) with each penetration.

Suddenly, Tom increased his pace, tensed, and then relaxed. Realizing that he had reached his climax, I continued to bounce on him for a moment before his softened member slipped out of me. Exhausted and satisfied, I lay on top of him, my breasts pressing against his chest, and gently kissed him.

"Did you like it?" I asked uncertainly.

"Yes, it was great," Tom replied.

He reciprocated my kiss and held me close, before carefully disentangling himself from my embrace and climbing out of bed.

"I need a break, but for now, I'm removing all the mental alterations from you. Be yourself, and continue exploring this body if you'd like," Tom said.

As my mind cleared, I regained my confidence and sense of self. "Thank you," I replied with a smile, still lying on the bed. "By the way, I'm still incredibly aroused."

I spread my legs to reveal my swollen, excited labia. "Would you like to play with your fingers while I study how this body reacts?" I joked, laughing at my own audacity.

"Will you kiss me?" Tom asked. "Then I'll play."

"Where?" I inquired.

"On the lips," Tom clarified. "Without the help of the ring."

"No, I won't," I responded firmly.

"But we just kissed, didn't we?" Tom insisted. "Was it bad? You're a woman now, so it's natural to kiss a man."

"Okay, okay," I conceded.

Tom approached the bed, leaned over me, and tenderly pressed his lips to mine. Surprisingly, it wasn't as unpleasant as I had anticipated. As we kissed, his hand found its way between my legs, and one of his fingers delved inside me, vigorously stroking and pressing against my sensitive flesh. I focused on the sensation of his finger and didn't immediately notice that his tongue had entered my mouth, moving in sync with the rhythm of his hand. My body seemed to enjoy the dual sensations, and I moved my mouth and hips in tandem with Tom's ministrations. I wished someone could caress my breasts as well, and as if he had read my thoughts, Tom managed to reach one of my nipples with his other hand, tugging gently. That was the missing piece -- my second orgasm of the day washed over me, this time without the aid of the magical ring.

The intensity of our earlier encounter seemed to have reignited Tom's desire, and he soon climbed on top of me, entering me once more. My body had relaxed, and I simply lay there, watching him with an indulgent smile.

***

The rest of the day unfolded in a similar fashion. To ensure I wouldn't forget, I retrieved a wad of cash from the closet and placed it on the enchanted discount card, which promptly absorbed the money. The word "activated" appeared on the card in green letters, along with a new address for the magic shop. Intriguingly, the address couldn't be written down or memorized; to find the shop, one had to hold the card before their eyes while en route.

We engaged in more intimate activities, increasing my attraction to Tom and experimenting with cunnilingus. I also thought it would be a good idea to purchase some clothing for the other female forms we'd inhabit in the future. We ventured to a store and bought an assortment of clothes, spending around $300. Among our purchases was a soft, sensuous nightgown. The idea of wearing the nightgown without any underwear excited me, so I planned to do just that for the night ahead.

Later that evening, Tom decided to test out a rather peculiar fantasy: having sex with a less intelligent partner. He wished for me to become as dim-witted as the stereotypical "dumb blonde", in fact, three times dumber. Thinking quickly became exhausting, and understanding what Tom wanted was a challenge. When he spoke at length, I would lose the thread of the conversation as I forgot the beginning of his sentences. My desires were simple: to please Tom and avoid making him angry. When he instructed me to perform certain acts, I did so without questioning his intentions. Tom seemed to enjoy this scenario immensely and laughed heartily.

Eventually, my intelligence was restored, and we prepared for bed. Before turning in, I spent some time admiring my beautiful form in the mirror, trying on various outfits and experimenting with makeup. After a relaxing shower to wash away the cosmetics, I donned the nightgown and climbed into bed.

Lying there in the nightgown without any underwear was a curious sensation -- I felt both protected and vulnerable simultaneously. The thought of Tom lifting my nightgown and taking me right there was thrilling. I resolved to try wearing a dress without underwear on a future outing, perhaps to a movie with Tom, where we could engage in some clandestine intimacy.

***

In the morning, I devised an intriguing new game for Tom and me. I would temporarily forget my identity and my connection to Tom, and he would encounter me on the street and try to befriend me. Each time, we would assign me a random persona and a variable degree of initial attraction to Tom, ranging from indifference to love at first sight. Success would be defined by Tom's ability to persuade me to join him at a café, with the ultimate goal being to bring me back to his place and entice me into intimacy.

Tom was enthusiastic about the idea, and we spent more than half the day immersed in our game. Tom lost thirty times but triumphed in ten instances. The experience was fascinating for both of us (after each round, my original personality would return, but I retained the memory of what had transpired).

At the end of the day, before turning in for the night, I decided to explore the experience of drinking alcohol while inhabiting a woman's body. Tom altered my personality to erase my memory of who I was, and we enacted the following scenario: I worked with Tom but had not seen him that day, and I brought him an envelope containing urgent documents. Inside the envelope was a message notifying him that he had won a design competition for a new high-rise building.

Ecstatic, Tom suggested that we share a glass of champagne to celebrate the occasion. Though I viewed him as merely a pleasant and ordinary coworker, I didn't want to refuse his offer during such a momentous event, so I agreed to drink with him. Tom's objective in this scenario was to get my character inebriated and seduce her into intimacy.

Two glasses of champagne later, my character was tipsy and the evening culminated in a passionate encounter. Afterward, Tom restored my memory, and to complete the experiment, I finished off the bottle, becoming even more intoxicated. Overwhelmed by the effects of the alcohol, I ultimately passed out in bed.

***

I awoke in the middle of the night to the sensation of someone eagerly exploring my nether regions with their tongue. My head throbbed slightly from the alcohol, and the lingering aftertaste of champagne was unpleasant in my throat.

I switched on the bedside lamp and gazed in astonishment at the red-haired girl who was attentively nestled between my legs, her eyes meeting mine as she continued to lavish attention on my sensitive spot. Then I noticed the magical ring on her hand, and everything clicked into place. It was midnight, and the ring had been automatically released from my control. I remained in the female body since I had spent over a day in it, and my original male form had not yet been restored. The red-haired girl was, in fact, Tom.

"Tom, is that you?" I inquired, just to be certain.

"Yes," the girl finally stopped her ministrations. "The ring was freed, and I decided to have some fun with it while you slept. I set myself to be attracted to lesbian sex and now I'm giving it a go. Do you like it?"

"It's not bad, but while I'm in a woman's body, it's not comfortable for me. Plus, your face is kind of moronic. I don't like this woman", I replied. "While I'm still in this body, let's I give you a blowjob for the last time! Remove the ring."

She shrugged and obediently took off the ring. In an instant, my vision blurred, and Tom reappeared between my legs instead of the red-haired woman.

We switched positions, and I eagerly got to work. My lips and tongue enveloped, caressed, and sucked on the head of Tom's rigid member as I bobbed my head up and down at a rapid pace, determined to bring him to an orgasm.

And then, my vision blurred once more, and I found myself back in my original male form as Brian.

Despite the sudden transformation, I was determined not to spoil Tom's pleasure. I continued my task, and soon enough, Tom's release filled my mouth.

***

Days turned into weeks as Tom and I tirelessly scoured the nearby stadiums, parks, and public places, hoping to find my beloved Betty. Today, our relentless efforts finally paid off.

Tom, who had taken on the guise of a girl for the day, was the first to stumble upon her. Tom introduced me to her as a friend. In reality, her name was Kimberly.

There was no doubt she was the same person I had come to adore as Betty, with the same face and even the same clothes she had worn when Tom had transformed into her. Yet, something was amiss. She bore a striking resemblance to my goddess, but the expression on her face was different, unappealing. Her eyes lacked the warmth I remembered, and despite our brief conversation, it was evident that we were worlds apart. We were entirely different people, and, to make matters worse, she seemed rather dim-witted. Worst of all, her character appeared disagreeable and repulsive, a fact that became clear from the start.

I couldn't bring myself to believe it. How I wished I was wrong! My Betty had been the epitome of perfection, while Kimberly was nothing more than a beautiful shell with a rotten core. She was a poor imitation of my love, and I couldn't even bear to look at her.

What was I to do? Was this the end of everything?

Or perhaps there was still a glimmer of hope? Among the next ten thousand attempts Tom would make using the ring, there might be a chance that my Betty would return to me. Could I convince Tom? She would live the life of a stunning and adored woman, virtually idolized, and the magic ring on her finger would keep her from growing bored. If not, I feared I might perish from longing and despair.

That damned wizard had ensnared us after all!