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  Gender Swap

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  Angelica Siren

  © Angelica Siren 2014, all rights reserved.

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  It’s a funny thing about being cursed – you can never be sure which thoughts are yours and which aren’t. Let me go back a bit. I’ve got a story for you that will knock your socks off. It certainly did that for me, and I lived it. Let me tell you about how I came to join the circus. Kids have been running away to join up with carnies and clowns for hundreds of years, but I can’t help feeling that my story is a bit different.

  When I was 18 I thought I was hot shit. I might have been from a small town, but I was fresh out of high school and still riding the adrenaline rush of being a football star and a prom king. In small towns, that kind of stuff matters. When you get out into the world, you find out how little those kind of achievements matter. I was popular, but I’m sorry to say that I’d let it go to my head. I could be mean and I was certainly gathering quite the reputation as a love-‘em-and-leave-‘em sort of man. This is a story about how I went from a low life jerk to the best cocksucker you’re ever likely to meet.

  One of the biggest thrills in a small town is when the carnival comes through. Now, I’m not talking about the kind of French acrobatic circus that does eight shows a week in Vegas. I’m talking old school carnivals. A lot of people don’t realize they even still exist. When you’ve got amusement parks and shopping malls around every corner, the carnival’s not likely to come your way. But for a little town like mine, it was a big deal. The Amastazio Carnival is a travelling outfit that makes its way across most of the US and Canada. They came through my neck of the woods in the spring, three years ago. At the time I was trying to hook up with some farmer’s daughter. It seems so long ago that I can’t even remember her name. The night we went to the carnival is a bit hazy for me, right up until the end. I remember a lot of beer and getting sick on the tilt-a-whirl. Then I remember dragging that poor girl to a fortune teller. I was never the superstitious sort, but dropping a few bucks on a card reading might be a good way to seal the deal with the girl, or so I thought.

  To put it plainly, I made an ass of myself. To hear the story from Madame Feulah now, most of my questions for her crystal ball were about how many times I’d be fucking my date that night and whether or not she’d let me stick it in her ass. That wasn’t the worst of it though. After completely embarrassing my date and offending the sensibilities of an old fortune teller, I knocked over a bookshelf on my way out, and walked out of her tent without so much as a “my bad”. I was standing outside the tent trying to find my date (who had the good sense to run off) when Madame Feulah burst out behind me. I was too drunk to know what was happening, but I remember her pointing at me and speaking in some language I didn’t recognize. I laughed it off and eventually got myself home.

  When I woke up the next day, I had a hangover like never before. I mumbled something about cheap carnie beer as I laid in bed trying to ignore my pounding headache. My chest felt like I had a stack of books on it. I figured I had just smoked a bit too much the night before. I coughed and rubbed my chest. That’s when I noticed. I tore the covers away from myself and to say that I screamed would be an understatement. Right there on my chest was pair of the most beautiful tits I’d ever seen. I was in shock and I sat up in bed suddenly, staring down at my breasts. I felt it as soon as I moved to sit. Something was wrong. I pulled the sheets completely off myself and then I saw – my dick was gone. My hands dropped down immediately, like I was going to search around a bit and find that it had just been hiding. Instead, I found a soft, tight pussy right where my cock had been. I’m not ashamed to say that I screamed again.

  I spent the next few minutes trying to piece things together. I ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror. It confirmed what I already knew – I was now a woman. I stared at myself in the mirror for a long minute. It was more than just tits and pussy. My hair had grown out during the night, and was now curly and shoulder length. My face had been completely reshaped and my stubble was completely gone. If not for the panic-stricken look on the face of the girl in the mirror, I would have thought she was totally hot. That’s a bit of a lie. The panic-stricken look only held me back for a minute. Being presented with a gorgeous, naked woman in my apartment, I did what any red-blooded 18 year old guy would do – I got horny like you wouldn’t believe.

  I was scared out of my mind, but somehow that only added to what I was feeling. I went back to my bed and sat down, staring at my body. Then it happened. I reached up and touched my breast, running my thumb over my quickly hardening nipple. I noticed for the first time then that my hands were smaller and more slender. The feeling was incredible. It was familiar – I’d had plenty of girls touch my nipples before – but different. It was like comparing the Grand Canyon to a hole in the ground. The shape of the feeling was the same, but it quickly spread through my whole body. I couldn’t help myself. I pinched my nipple between my thumb and finger and my whole body felt like it was coming undone. I was startled at first when I felt myself getting wet. Feeling your pussy get wet for the first time is a very weird sensation. I flexed muscles that were very different or nonexistent the day before, squeezing my pussy tight and feeling the slippery wetness of it. I was getting wetter by the second. I needed to feel it.

  I started to explore my new pussy with my hands. I was amazed at how good it felt just to spread my legs apart. I ran a few fingers across my soft lips. I shuddered and closed my eyes. I tried to think about what I was doing. I loved pussy, but not like this. Touching myself like this couldn’t be right, could it? Did this mean I was gay? How could it be gay if I looked like a woman? My self-questioning was suddenly cut off when my finger grazed over my engorged and slippery clit. Just the briefest of touches felt like nothing I’d ever experienced. I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked them before returning them to my clit. I started rubbing myself in little circles. Girls had always seemed to like that and I wanted to know what it felt like. It was amazing. I stroked my new clit softly and moaned. “Ohhhh god” I said. It took me a moment to recognize that I was hearing a different voice: A feminine, voice, a sexy voice. I rubbed myself faster, letting my wetness cover my fingers entirely. For the briefest of moments, I restrained myself – I didn’t want to put a finger inside. That, I decided, was just too weird. My resolve broke almost immediately and I slowly pushed a finger into my brand new vagina. It was sooooo tight. “Of course”, I thought, “it’s never been used before.” I pushed a second finger into myself and started furiously pumping them while I rubbed against my clit with my palm. The rush came over my body like nothing I’d ever felt. That first orgasm felt like it started at the absolute center of my being and spread throughout every inch of me. I fingered myself harder and harder, loudly whispering “oh god I’m coming! I’m coming! OH GOD!” My whole body jerked forward as I came. I had no idea it was like this for girls. I couldn’t even remember what it felt like to come before because this was so, so much better.

  I laid there in bed for a while, my fingers still buried in my snatch. I was used to rolling over and falling asleep after I came, but this felt different. My body was still reeling my from my orgasm and all I could think about was more. This time I completely abandoned restraint. I was rubbing my pussy so hard that I could barely stand it. My other hand squeezed my tits and pulled my own hair. I wanted to feel all the things I’d done to girls in bed and more. I rubbed my pussy with fingers on both hands and then, soaking wet, rubbed my fingers against my asshole. Then I sat up. I was upright, with my back arched. My hand was between my legs, and I started grinding. I looked down any myself and knew what I had to say to make myself come again. With
another moan, I started to call out “fuck my pussy. Yeah, that’s it. I want your hard fucking cock inside me. I’m so goddamn wet. I’m so fucking tight. I want you to fuck me hard. Harder! Fuck me harder with your huge cock! I want your cock so fucking bad!” My second orgasm slammed into me like a truck. I was bouncing on that imaginary cock, my tits bouncing while I screamed about how much I loved cock. My pussy felt incredible, like I was going to tear myself in half in a good way. I collapsed on the bed, still absentmindedly rubbing myself while I caught my breath.

  Soon enough I realized that I couldn’t spend the rest of my life in this bed, no matter how good it felt. I had to figure out what happened to me. This new body was amazing, but I wasn’t supposed to look like this! I knew it must have been something at the carnival. I suddenly remembered the fortune teller. It had to have been her! I knew the carnival would still be in town for another day. I had to get her to turn me back. I ran through my room, trying to find some clothes that would fit. I only noticed then that I was quite a bit smaller today than the day before. I’d lost about five inches of height and I was pretty slim, too. I grabbed a tight white t-shirt that I had since I was 14 and a pair of sweatpants. I didn’t own a bra and something felt odd about wearing boxers without a dick in them, so I decided to just go commando. A bigger problem was my feet – they’d shrunk! I tried on a couple pairs of shoes, but nothing fit. I shrugged and realized I’d have to go barefoot as well. I ran out the door and got in my beat-up old car and drove myself to the carnival.

  When I got there, things were pretty well deserted. It was still before noon, and nobody bothers coming to a carnival when the sun is still high in the sky. I parked my car just outside the gate and starting trying to remember where the fortune teller’s tent had been. I winced with every step. The ground at the carnival was a rough mixture of gravel and litter; I really had to find some shoes that fit. I found the tent I was looking for pretty quickly. I approached it, but the flap was closed so I stood outside yelling. “Hello? Madame Feulah? Hello?” My voice was still strange in my ears. I hadn’t had a super deep Barry White voice or anything before, but now it was high pitched and… well… girly. After about a minute I heard some motion inside the tent. The flap opened and there stood the fortune teller. “Oh, it’s you” was all she said at first. I stood there slack jawed, not knowing how to exclaim my anger best. “I figured you might be coming by”, she continued, “are you enjoying the new you?” All I could muster was a half-screamed “WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!” that sounded a lot less imposing coming from me than it would have the day before. She grinned at me, revealing a mouth that was missing a few too many teeth for comfort and then spoke, “I gave you what you wanted. Last night you couldn’t talk about anything more than how much you ‘loved pussy’, as you put it. Now you’ll always have one”. I could feel myself go red with anger. “Just change me back, damn it!” Her face suddenly looked disgusted. “I’m not going to do that. You will have a chance to earn your old body back, though. You see, I put two curses on you last night, with one condition that breaks the both of them. All you have to do is go for one day without coming.” My jaw dropped. “Hah! Easy. I can take a day off!” She shook her head. “Not that easy, young lady. There are two curses on you. One is plain for all the world to see, but the other is more insidious. I’m sure you’ll find out about it soon enough.” With that she turned back into her tent and I could hear her zipping up the tent flap. I resisted the urge to tear into it and demand that she change me back that instant, knowing that she could probably make things even worse for me.

  I started the walk back to my car, thinking about how I’d just spend the day indoors playing video games and resisting the urge to touch myself. Then the strangest thing happened. I was walking past a ticket booth where there was a guy sorting some paperwork. He looked about my age, but as he was one of the carnival folk, I didn’t know him. For brief moment I didn’t think a second thought about him, but then something came over me. I knew then that deep in my heart, more than anything I’d ever wanted, I wanted to suck his dick. I’d never felt a craving like that before. It was like I was dying of thirst in the desert and his cock was a bottle of water that I had to have. He glanced up as I walked up to the ticket booth. I could see his eyes go to my chest immediately. I suddenly understood the phrase, “my eyes are up here” completely. I didn’t have a clue as to how to look move in a sexy way, so I just walked right up to the booth. “Hi, what’s your name?” I said. He started to say something that might have been “Roger” or “Robert” or “Rambo” for all I know when I interrupted him, “want to get your cock sucked?” His eyes finally came to meet mine and I knew he could tell I was dead serious. Poor kid didn’t know what to think. He was still standing there, not moving a muscle, when I walked around the side of the booth and opened the door to let myself inside.

  I walked over and grabbed at his cock through his pants. Being a teenage guy, he was already rock solid and ready to go. The craving hit me even harder. I needed to get my lips around him immediately. Without even stopping for a kiss, I got down on my knees in front of him. I reached up and unzipped his fly and let his cock fall out into my face. I hadn’t seen many erect penises up to this point (other than my own) but his seemed like the most beautiful thing in the world. I barely stopped for breath before I opened my mouth and took the head of his dick inside. I sucked on his swollen purple head for a few seconds and then tilted my head to look up at him. I’d always thought there was something so hot about girls looking up at you when they were blowing you. I found that the opposite was true as well. As I continued to push his cock inside of my mouth, I could feel how wet I was getting down below. I put a hand on the shaft of his cock and started rubbing it back and forth while I continued to suck the head. Meanwhile my other hand slipped into the band of my sweatpants and started rubbing my clit. I moved my hand to the base of his cock and pushed myself further onto it. The tip of his cock bumped against the back of my throat and I nearly gagged. I couldn’t believe I was sucking a guy’s dick. If someone had told me yesterday I’d be doing this today, I’d probably have tried to beat them up.

  I sucked harder on his rock hard member while I rapidly rubbed against my clit with two fingers. I could feel another orgasm rising inside of me, but I knew what I wanted to send me off the edge. I forced his cock further down my throat until I could feel his pubes brushing against my lips. I started moaning like a fucking porn star. I moaned like I wanted his cum in my mouth more than anything in the world and really, at that moment, I did want that more than anything. I massaged the underside of his cock with my tongue, still pumping it in and out of my mouth as I moaned. I thought about how much I wanted drink this guy’s cum. I wanted it so fucking badly and then I got my wish. All at once I heard him moan and then a huge wash of cum entered my mouth. I came as he did, my brand new pussy contracting wildly. The feeling of his hot cum splashing against the back of my throat was amazing. I tried to swallow it down, but it was too much for my inexperienced mouth almost immediately, and I could feel his cum dribbling out the sides of my mouth around his cock. It tasted so salty and so good. I wanted more of it and sucked hard to make sure I drained every drop from him. Eventually the sensation grew too powerful for him and he pushed my head away. I remembered how sensitive I used to get after I came and gave him the relief of releasing my vice -like lips from around his dick. I leaned back, my hand still inside my sweatpants with cum dripping down, all over my chin and onto my shirt. All of the sudden, I realized what the fortune teller’s second curse had been.

  I wiped the cum off on the back of my hand and stood up. I smiled at the boy whose name I had never actually heard, turned and walked out of the booth. I nearly ran straight back to the fortune teller. When I reached her tent I started yelling for her to come out and talk to me. She appeared a moment later. When she saw me, she started laughing. It took me a moment, but then I thought about it more carefully and blushed as I wiped the remaining cum off of my
lips and chin. “You made me gay, you bitch!” I screamed at her. Her eyes grew narrow and she opened her crone’s mouth to speak again, “Quite the opposite, my dear. There’s nothing wrong with a young girl with a taste for cock. You might find the next week somewhat trying back in your old life though. I don’t expect you have what it takes to resist the temptation of sucking or fucking every single last one of your macho friends”. I went white as a sheet. I hadn’t even thought of that. Even if I texted everyone I knew and told them I was sick and staying in, someone was sure to come visiting and then the secret would be out. Whenever I saw one of my buddies… it was too terrifying to consider. She grinned at my sudden realization and continued, “of course, there’s another option. You could come travel with us for a span. You don’t know anyone here, so there’s no risk of you ‘accidentally’ finding yourself at the mercy of one of your old friends. But you’ll have to work. And you’re going to need some real clothes. Go down to the big wagon at the end of the lane here and talk to Jamison. He’ll help you out”. She turned and closed the flap to her tent again. I sighed with resignation and walked down the lane to the big wagon on the end.

  I stepped up to the wagon. It looked like one of those old gypsy wagons from cartoons. I knocked on the door and heard an immediate “gimmeaminute!” from inside. A short while later, the door to the wagon was flung open, revealing a tall man in his mid-40s. He wasn’t entirely unattractive – not that I was ready to admit an attraction to men at this point – but he definitely showed some wear and tear from years on the road with a carnival. He cocked his head at me and said, “Yeah? Who are you?” I gulped and spoke up, “Madame Feulah said you could help me out. I’m looking to join up with the carnival. And… uh… I need some things to wear”. His face changed from pure grumpiness to a more conniving sort. I could tell he was already trying to figure out how to turn this to his advantage. “Welp”, he said, “there’s only one job I can think of for a pretty little thing like you. I’m not sure you’re up to it though”. I thought of returning to my friends and my face was full of terror. I sounded every bit the damsel in distress when I told him, “Please, I really need this. I’ll do anything”. He grinned at me in a way that I wasn’t entirely comfortable with. Then he gave me the full story, “See, this is an old school carnival. Not like them travelling acrobat shows. We do rides and candy and all that, but late at night we stick to the carnie tradition and our girls do a fair bit of work on their backs, too. We’re always looking for a fresh face in the red tent, and yours is the freshest I’ve seen in quite a while. Most of those girls can’t quite shake the trail dust, if you know what I mean”. I didn’t, but that was far from the first thing in my mind. He was asking me to be a whore. For a moment I was repulsed. As a man or a woman, the thought of selling my body like that was disgusting. I thought about all those sweaty men who go looking for sex at the carnival. Then I thought about what I’d have to do. I thought about kissing their rough cheeks and rubbing my tits against them. I thought about how wet I’d get just rubbing myself against a hard cock. I thought about taking men to bed and letting them have their way with me, their chubby cocks pushing deep inside my tight little hole. Before I even realized what I was saying, I agreed to become a carnival whore.