Be careful what you wish for

"God, I'm so tired of all the double standards and sexual harassment around here. Just once, I'd like to know what it feels like to be a guy, to come to work and not have to worry about any of the crap that goes on in here. Actually, they have it pretty good, if you ask me. They get more money, no one thinks of them as a floozy if they sleep with someone and can't recall her name in the morning. They certainly have it good without these damn cramps and bloating every month. Fuck, I'd switch just so I wouldn't have to deal with that any longer."

 

"Hey, be careful what you wish for; it just might come true. Do you think you'd really be happy wearing the pants?"

 

"Why not? C'mon, just think about it…No more standing in front of the mirror for hours, just to have that perfect style droop the minute you step outside into the humidity. No more guys ogling you and yelling obscenities because of the way you decided to dress. I think I could handle it."

 

Miranda and her sister left the fair right after visiting the fortuneteller. Her tarot cards were spread all over the table. As the girls left and the door closed behind them, the gypsy woman began mumbling, "Oh, that poor girl. She's in for a rude awakening in the morning. I tried to warn her, but she wouldn't listen to me."

 

Miranda didn't think anything of what the gypsy woman told her about her future as she prepared herself for bed after saying goodnight to her sister. The last thing she remembered before sleep claimed her was the words of the gypsy woman and her sister, "You can't be serious about wanting to be a guy, but if I were you, I'd be cautious, very cautious. Cautious…Cautious."

 

"Be very careful what you wish for. Jew might not like the results. You will awaken as a man. You will feel like a man and look like a man but think like a woman. Everything you now know, you will remember, but you will also have a memory of Marteen. Do you understand? Once you change, you won't be able to return to your normal life…your normal life…normal life."

 

Miranda slept, somewhat peacefully, until several hours into her sleep, when she rolled onto her stomach and felt a pain between her legs. "Ouch! Shit." She jolted upright, groggy, and her hand immediately gravitated to the pain. A scream broke the night's silence. WTF? This has to be a dream. I mean, that crotchety old woman at the fair was just saying those things because she thought that's what I came for. No one can really change sexes overnight; it's just not possible.

 

Little did Miranda realize the change would take some time. She returned to her bed after a sleepy stroll to the kitchen for a glass of water. This time, she turned on the television for background noise to block images of the fair out of her mind as she closed her eyes, allowing the sleep to reclaim her.

 

Miranda awoke a second time to the screeching of the alarm, jolting her from the bed. At least she thought she was herself. The images that laced her thoughts before going to bed the night before were all gone. She, however, didn't feel quite like herself. I mean that in every sense of the word. As her eyes adjusted to the light streaming in through the heavy curtains, she noticed the tenting of the sheet that covered her. Fearful of a mouse, perhaps, she pulled it up around her neck, unaware it was her own—I mean, Martin's body part causing the tent. Quickly, the sheet flew across the room as she hurried off the mattress and ran toward the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

 

That's when it hit her; she wasn't Miranda anymore. The fortuneteller was correct with her warning. Miranda is now Martin. She glanced down at her sex; it is gone! Replacing her sexy little mound is every girl's fantasy. "Oh lord! How big am I?"

 

The gypsy woman was correct with more than the fact that Miranda would change to Martin if she wasn't careful, but that she'd still have the mind of a female. Looking down at the semi-erect object that replaced her silken sex, she couldn't help but imagine it up inside her, but that is impossible now, isn't it? Using a hand as a rough measure, she guessed the shaft to be at least seven inches in its current state. Her heart palpitated stronger the more she touched it, and when she stroked it a fire heated her core.

Her head jerked up, forcing her to look in the mirror. It is now she realizes she's really not herself. A deep, gruff voice speaks, "Hey, no one has ever accused me of being gay, and I'm not about to start now, so stop getting all excited when you look at me."

 

What the hell is going on? I am so confused. I thought the gypsy said I would be a man if I wished long and hard enough. Why do I still think like myself? I should be thinking like a guy now, seeing as I sure as hell look like one. Well, it's a good thing I don't have to go to work until Monday afternoon. Sis has to see this… She's going to wig out, for sure.

 

Miranda—um, well, Martin grabbed a towel and secured it around his waist before he left the room to make some coffee. This should keep her mind off me for a while. "Holy crap! What the fuck is all this shit? Where did all this girlie shit come from? I bet Chrissie left her shit again, hoping I would call her to come back. Well, fuck her and her cheating fat ass."

 

Horrified at Martin's tone, Miranda attempted a protest but was taken off guard by the smell of bad eggs. "Oh, you are disgusting; men are disgusting."

 

"Hey, sweet cheeks, it wasn't all me. I'm only here because you wished me here, remember?"

 

"Fuck, don't remind me. It doesn't look as though you are going away any time soon, so I guess I'll have to grin and bear it for the time being."

 

"I'm glad to hear you are giving in, 'cuz we have some ground rules to discuss, sweet cheeks."

 

"Stop calling me that, will you?"

 

"Well, I have to admit, you did give me an excellent ass. The women are gonna die for this—nice and muscular, firm and rounded." Martin smiled as he glanced over his shoulder and flexed the globes of his backside.

 

"Okay, now for the rules. Number one, I'm in charge. You will keep your opinions to yourself unless I ask for your help, which I doubt I ever will, seeing you are just a girl. Number two, on second thought, I do believe number one covers anything and everything. Any questions?"

 

"You are so fucking lucky I am a submissive. Your wish is my command, sir. I will simply remain in my…um, your mind, for the time being, but please, don't get me in trouble or worse, dead or disease-ridden."

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After pouring a mug of coffee, Martin put all thoughts of Miranda out of his mind and planned his weekend. He wanted to show Miranda that not all men are pigs in public. That some, especially him, have some manners.

 

Martin sauntered to the bathroom, mug in hand, to do what comes natural first thing in the morning. After he flushed, he started the water running, full force and as hot as he could stand it. As he showered, he could hear Miranda try to get inside his thoughts. Although each attempt was greeted by a burst of hotter water than before, she learned her lesson quickly.

 

Within thirty minutes, Martin had showered, dressed, and shaved; he even had his hair combed. He could hear a sigh of relief from deep inside, knowing it was Miranda. "Okay, I know you have something to say, so let's hear it."

 

"Oh, no, I'm fine. Actually, except for the language, I could get used to being a guy. I mean, it's only been half an hour since you walked into the bathroom, and you're ready to walk out the door and start your day already. That is fantastic. I'd give anything to be able to do that. Come to think of it, guess I did, huh? Okay, so what's the plan?"

 

"Well, it is the weekend, and I don't know about you, but I feel like having some fun. I'm going to hit Starbucks for a coffee and see if I can get lucky at the same time. You know, I could probably find a sexy chick at the fair, and all I'd have to do is take off my shirt after going on the log ride or something."

 

"Shit, this is unfair. You're going to the carnival, and I am…was supposed to meet my sister there. There was this sexy guy staring at us over by the Ferris wheel, and we wanted to see if he was working today. Now, my sister will go and probably get the ride of her life if he's behind the wheel."

 

"Oh my God, you are so funny. The ride of her life? You make it sound as if you and your sister were actually going to get a leg up on that poor guy. I know you; I know you've only had sex a handful of times in your life. There's something that gypsy woman forgot to mention to you, and that was the fact that when I took over your body, I got all your memories and knowledge about you, but you haven't a clue about me. I want to show you how easy it is to get a girl. Oops, I forgot you are…were a girl. Well, I hope you don't mind me getting the girl. Okay now, I'm ready to go, so back in the cobwebs you go, sweet cheeks."

 

With that, Miranda left control over to Martin, and he headed out to do exactly what he said he was going to do: to find a girl and get lucky. His first stop wasn't so good, so he opted for the second idea, the carnival.

 

After paying the entry fee and a few dollars extra for the rides, he headed towards the rides, his eyes peeled for hot chicks, and not a peep was heard from Miranda since he parked her car. He loved this.

 

Hours passed, and he'd finally gotten lucky, or so he thought. "Hey, baby. Are you here with anyone?"

 

"Well, I was waiting for my sister, Miranda, but it's obvious she's a no-show, and I am going to break her neck the next time I see her. You seem like a nice enough guy; would you like to share this ride with me?" Of all the luck, Martin had to run into Miranda's sister, and knowing that she was a goody-two-shoes, he scoured his brain to think of an excuse to get out of her invitation. He knew he couldn't keep his hands to himself, but more importantly, he didn't want to hear it from Miranda later that she was forced to have sex with her own blood.

 

"Oh, that's sweet of you, but I hope you don't mind if I pass on this one. You go ahead and enjoy the ride."

 

In the shadows of Martin's mind, Miranda couldn't believe her eyes. Did he actually turn down my sister, and in a nice way no less? Any other guy would have jumped at the chance to get a ride with her. She's not as tame as I am. He must not know this about her, or perhaps, he was thinking of my desires and feelings. Nah, that can't be it, he's a guy after all."

 

As the day passed, Martin couldn't believe his luck, or lack thereof. He never dreamed it would take this long to get a girl. After all, he was buff, in excellent shape, and sexy with his shoulder-length hair and baby blue eyes, not to mention his best attribute, that hard-ass Miranda left him. A funny feeling came over him, giving him the suspicion that perhaps Miranda had a hand in this somehow. Walking to the end of the midway, Martin called for Miranda, seeking answers to his predicament.

 

"Hey, don't blame me for any of this. I have no idea why you can't get a girl. Perhaps you are going after the wrong type of girl, or perhaps deep down inside there's something holding you back because of me? I have no idea, but I'm definitely not the one causing any of this. Actually, while I sat back here and watched you, you seemed to be a perfect gentleman. Most guys aren't that way. I bet you are scaring the girls away with your niceness. Well, except for my sister, and I'm glad you turned her down. Well, just because she's my blood. However, another thing I was thinking of is that since I can feel everything you do, I was wondering what it feels like to be inside a woman. Yes, you heard me correctly."

 

"Okay, this is getting interesting…go on, please."

"Well, the few times I'd had sex, I remember the guy always saying how good it felt. I could never understand what they meant because it was over much too soon for me to ever have an orgasm. So, I'm willing if you are. I'll help you get a girl, and we can enjoy it together. What do you think? Will you accept my help? Or is this going to be a lost cause, and we go back to my place, and I jerk you off?"

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"Okay, okay, you win. You steer me in the right direction, and I'll be more like the guys you know. Except for one thing…I will guarantee you get to feel an orgasm before the night is over."

 

With that settled, Miranda led Martin to a group of girls waiting for someone to win them a stuffed animal. Martin felt a strange pull and gravitated to that booth. He placed his money in the carny's hand and threw the darts, hitting all of the targets. When asked which prize he wanted, he glanced around at the females staring at him and pointed to a cute little redhead. This girl was a total opposite than what he'd gone after before. She was shy at first. She wasn't jumping up and down flashing glimpses of midriff flesh, nor did she flirt with Martin. She simply stood off to the side, watching with bright amber eyes, and twirled her hair. "I'll let her choose."

 

That was the ticket. That's all I needed to snag a girl? Hmm, here I thought I had to show

off my muscles and charm. I thought that's what the girls liked to see. Martin couldn't believe it, but he left the carnival with this girl wrapped around his little finger and headed back to Miranda's place. The kissing started the moment they entered the tiny apartment. Not sweet little pecks like Miranda had experienced in the past, hell no! Martin was so into this girl. His lips found hers, and his tongue danced erotically as their heat rose. Yes, Miranda's heat and desire rose right along with Martin's. She couldn't believe the sensations.

 

Before Miranda could catch her breath, Martin had the redhead on the bed, stripping her. Miranda was correct in thinking this girl wanted him as much as Miranda wanted her own orgasm and to know what it really felt like to be inside her pussy. She's definitely going to find out about that and so much more; it's only a matter of time.

 

When Martin had the redhead's clothes off and his own stripped as he watched, Miranda was in heaven. She'd never dreamed of having another woman's hands upon her, but there was something about this girl. She was gentle and loving. She knew what she wanted and took her time. It wasn't as she'd heard in the past from friends and even her own sister. There was no wham bam thank you ma'am, quite the contrary. This girl really wanted to please and be pleased at the same time.

 

Because Martin and Miranda were still connected mentally, whatever Martin felt, Miranda felt as well. As delicate fingers traced around Martin's chest, Miranda experienced sensations she'd never experienced before. Martin was enjoying the contact just as much, and it showed as his cock pressed against the girl's abdomen. Without a word, the girl stooped and grasped Martin's cock in her fingers and brought it up to her mouth. This move had Miranda wishing she was still herself, and to get past it, she closed her eyes to the whole thing, not wanting to witness something she had enjoyed countless times.

 

Although she tried her best to ignore the matter before her, the growing desire deep within made it impossible. She felt her first orgasm coming closer. "Hey, if you keep this up I'm going to c…" Before Martin got his sentence out, the girl released his cock, righted herself, and sprawled herself on the mattress. Her legs bent as Martin took aim.

Okay, now this is the part where you might want to think of something else. I'm sorry, but this is what I do best, and I don't want to hear another word or thought out of you until I take her back home. Understood?

 

Martin felt her acceptance of what was to come and braced herself as he slowly parted the girl's outer and then inner folds of silken flesh. Her excitement was obvious by her moaning as well as her participation, reaching for Martin's hair and pulling him closer against her heated sex. Instinctively, Martin's tongue darted against the protruding clit, eliciting a more audible moan from the girl. Oh my God, she's so sweet. I thought she'd taste salty and this would feel more like a paste, but it's not. It's like… Okay! I'm shutting up now. God, I wish I was in her spot, though. You really seem to be enjoying this, not doing it just because you want her to fuck you later.

 

As much as Martin wanted to prolong this girl's orgasm, he wanted to get Miranda out of his mind. He was enjoying this, but he'd be able to enjoy it so much more if it weren't for all the sidebars in his, well, Miranda's thoughts. His pace quickened and the faster his tongue flicked against and into the girl's pussy, the faster and more intense Miranda's second orgasm approached. The girl writhed against Martin's face as her own climax peaked and raced through her, but she wanted more.

 

Without regaining her breath, she pulled Martin over her.

 

Okay, Miranda, are you paying attention? This is it.

 

"Oh my God! I feel like this? She's so fucking tight, so smooth, and so soft. It feels like a hot knife going through butter. Damn, you got it good with this one."

 

Martin pounded his cock into the tight pussy beneath him. Miranda felt both her own sensations as a girl and Martin's sensations as he drove his cock home. It wasn't long before Miranda and Martin were both gasping for breath once again. Martin pushed himself off the girl and kissed her with a passion he'd never felt before. It was then that he realized the power and passion for this kiss was coming from Miranda. She was so into this.

 

The girl parted her lips from Martin's and said she had a wonderful time, but she needed to be getting home so she could get ready for work. She asked Martin if he minded driving her back to her car and if he'd like to go out sometime.

 

Martin knew his situation wouldn't last forever because he could tell how much Miranda wished she were herself again. His heart ached when he gave the girl the old standby excuse, "I'll call you. I'm not sure what my schedule is going to be like after the big changes at work next week."

 

He dropped the girl off and then headed back to Miranda's place, exhausted and in need of a nap. When he arrived, he set the alarm clock to ring three hours later, jumped into bed, and allowed sleep to claim him almost as soon as his head hit the pillow. Dreams of the fair, the redhead, and Miranda filled his sleep.

 

With the sound of the alarm, Miranda slowly awakened. She was naked but couldn't figure out why. Then she remembered Martin and her new experiences. She wanted to thank him for the fun, but he wasn't anywhere to be found. This saddened her, but she was too excited about being a girl again. With a quick glance at the clock, she realized it was still Saturday morning and she wasn't late to meet with her sister. It was like all of this was a dream.

 

She showered, dressed, and headed for the fair. Meeting her sister at the gates, Miranda said she would never have to worry about ever placing a wager with the gypsy woman again because she truly enjoyed being a girl. At the fair, the sisters picked up right where they'd left off, heading for the ride where Miranda had seen that sexy guy staring at her.

Pulling her sister through the crowded midway, Miranda reached the Ferris wheel in record time. She stood off to the side, smiled shyly, and twirled her hair, as she always did. Her eyes searched for the sexy stranger, but he was nowhere in sight. "It must be shift change. We probably missed him. I say we get in line and go on this ride and then call it a day."

 

Miranda could tell her sister was getting bored with the whole waiting thing.

"Okay, I'll do this ride with you as soon as I finish my fries. C'mon, let's get in line, though." By the time they reached the gate, she'd eaten all her fries, and there had been yet another shift change. Miranda spotted the carnie operating the controls and about fainted when it was time to show their wristband and enter the ride.

 

"Hello, sweet cheeks. I was hoping you'd return today. Would you mind me riding with the two of you? God knows how much I love sharing sisters. "With that, he gave a wink and ushered the girls onto the ride and secured the latch as he leaned over Miranda, kissing her softly. "Remember me?"

 

She knew it was Martin. She also knew she had her job cut out for her, but if he is anything like she remembered, she'd be more than willing to take the chance. I'm so glad I'm still a girl.

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