Articles

A Girl’s Life 2

Writer:DK Masters
Permanent:Yes (By Choice)
Transformed By:Mysterious Demigod
Length:56 pages (Short Story)
Choice:Voluntary
When:Middle of Story
Sex Drive:Normal
TF Description:Minimal Details
Mature Content:Medium – Teens and Adults
Orientation:Straight
Who Gets Changed:Main Character
Series:A Girl’s Life (Episode #2)
Memories:Unchanged
New Role/Purpose:Wife & Mother
Summary:It’s been 10 years since Dana got supernaturally transformed into a girl. Everything seems to be going well, until she accidentally shares her secret with the love of her life. When he freaks out and rejects her for once being a man, Dana fears she may never find love again — unless the god who changed her is willing to reset time and give her another chance to make things right.

Available On:

A Girl's Life 2Life is strange.

They say truth is stranger than fiction. That’s probably because fiction is supposed to make sense.

My life, on the other hand… well, you’d have to live it to believe it.

Let me start from the beginning. My name’s Dana. If you looked up my birth certificate, it would say Dana Michaels. My social security number was given to that same name. Ask anyone who’s known me — and there’s plenty — I am and always have been Dana.

Except, that’s not entirely true.

If you read my diary from when I was in high school, you probably already know my story. But just in case it’s been a while or you don’t know me, let me catch you up to speed. I grew up in this really overbearing religious home. Whatever you’re imagining, double or triple it. It was that bad. I even got sent off to this overzealous religious boarding school, because I wasn’t “good enough” in my mom’s eyes.

Hmm. My “mom.” I wonder where she is…

Anyway, at school I met this guy named Jason. Ah, Jason. Such a sweet guy. He was my first boyfriend. Well, first real boyfriend, since the transformation. When I first met him, I was still a guy.

I wasn’t originally born Dana.

He was into philosophy and studying world religions. Taught me a few new ideas I hadn’t heard of before. Naturally, I got curious. With so many beliefs, so many possibilities, what was real? What was really out there, spiritually-speaking?

Was there only one God? The Christian God? Were there other gods and goddess too, like in Hinduism and other large and ancient religions? Were any of them real?

So I decided to do a little make-shift ritual. I laid a blanket out in the woods, lit some candles, said some chants and prayers… and fell asleep.

I met a god — at least, I assumed it was a god — in a dream. He said he was real, and answering my call. I wanted him to prove he had any real supernatural power. So I told him to manifest my dream girl into my life. Maybe he misunderstood me, maybe I worded it wrong, maybe he was just trying to teach me a lesson. But when I woke up — suddenly I had become the dream girl I had just imagined.

I woke up as Dana, the girl I am today.

But he didn’t simply transform me right then and there. No. He completely re-wrote history. Changed my parents. Changed my birth. Made me start life as a girl. Suddenly I had all of her memories — “my” memories — from this new history. No one around me remembered the old male me. Everyone always knew me as Dana, the girl.

The old me had been erased from existence, just like that. This new version of me, the girl, took his place.

I mean, I still consider myself “me.” Same basic thoughts and feelings. Same beliefs. Same curiosity and wonder. But there were some changes, too. For one, obviously, I found I was attracted to boys. That was a new experience for me. But eventually, when I stopped fighting it, I found it all too easy and natural to settle into.

Another new experience for me was the surprise enjoyment I got from making myself look pretty. I liked painting my nails — both fingers and toes. I had my girlfriends show me how to put on the right touch of makeup, really highlighting my features and making me look so cute and pretty. I liked how it felt when a guy checked me out or gave me compliments on my appearance. It just made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

I wouldn’t say I’m super fashion-savvy, but honestly, I do spend a little more time trying on different outfits than I’d care to admit, too. When I was a guy, I really didn’t all that much about my appearance. My attitude used to be, “hey, I’m wearing clothes, people should be happy.” Now I see clothing and makeup as an expression of who I am.

Will I dress slutty or conservative today? Airy and flowy, or conservative and business-like? Bright and colorful, or muted colors so I don’t stand out? Honestly, it all depends on how I’m feeling that morning. And who I’m going to be with.

I feel a little more “domestic” than I used to, too — I actually find cooking and a little light cleaning kinda fun. It’s the instant gratification of seeing the results of your work. This room was messy, now it’s clean, and I did that. That makes me feel good. Or food — okay, I’m not the best chef in the world — but I love cooking now. It feels creative. Mixing ingredients and spices, combining different foods, making a meal out of miscellaneous scraps and leftovers. I rock it in the kitchen.

But don’t let a guy hear me say that. I’m so sick of men expecting women to be a certain way.

Just because I have breasts and a vagina, doesn’t mean I want to be barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen all the time. It doesn’t mean I don’t have a mind of my own. Or my own hopes, dreams, fears, and feelings.

Here’s a tip, for any guys reading: girls are people too, and we just want to be treated that way. Love us, and we’ll love you back. Period.

I won’t be with a guy who treats me like a slave. But if a guy’s genuinely nice and appreciative of me, I’ll gladly cook and clean and do stereotypically feminine stuff for him. Joyfully.

But don’t think I’m just a stereotypical girl, though. I still play video games, I love reading super hero fiction, and I’m pretty good with computers. Some girls — ugh — some girls are such morons and ditzes. Completely helpless. Completely useless, if you ask me. They need a guy for everything!

“Help me open this jar. Help me do my math homework. Help me turn on my Mac computer. ” I swear, these kinds of girls set the women’s lib movement back 50 years. It’s the 21st century. Women can be just as good as men. Do anything a man can do. And better.

In fact, we can do everything a man can do — and more. Men can’t have babies. Men can’t breast-feed. And although I “hear” it’s possible, I have yet to meet a man who claims he’s had multiple orgasms.

In today’s world, I think it’s better to be a woman. We can wear anything we want. Do anything we want. Express ourselves however we want. We don’t need men for anything. Well, not survival or anything, not like a 100 years ago. It’d be a lonely world without men. I don’t mean to imply they’re useless or anything. Far from it. I love men. Men… relationships in general… dare I say it, it’s cliche, but “love” is what makes it all meaningful and worthwhile. Without that — well, life just sucks.

All I’m just saying is, women are equal, or in some cases, even better.

I get the best of both worlds. As a girl, I can wear anything, do anything, be anything I want. I’ve even got my own career. I’m actually a high school philosophy teacher. Imagine that. And yeah, it’s not the biggest paycheck in the world. But I enjoy what I do. I make a difference in kids’ lives.

And except for that once-a-month thing where I feel like total shit for a few days, being a girl rocks. I love it!

So anyway, where was I? I do tend to get lost in thought sometimes. Oh yes. So I got transformed — well, technically, “reborn” as a girl. History got changed. And here I am. Obviously, some of my internal thoughts and feelings changed along with my new body, but overall, I feel I’m pretty much still the same me. Who I am in my heart, in my soul, is the same. It’s just who I am to the outside world that’s totally different.

It took some getting used to being a girl at first. But once I let go and learned to embrace it, I started having a lot of fun.

Especially when it came to boys.

 

Download the Complete Story Now

Download the PDF eBook directly to your computer now:

A Girl's Life 2
It's been 10 years since Dana got supernaturally transformed into a girl. Everything seems to be going well, until she accidentally shares her secret with the love of her life. When he freaks out and rejects her for once being a man, Dana fears she may never find love again -- unless the god who changed her is willing to reset time and give her another chance to make things right.

NOTE: This story is a SEQUEL to "A Girl's Life." This story does not focus on a new transformation, but continues the story of the main character from the first book.

 

Also Bundled In:

 

Satisfaction Guarantee: Art is subjective and not everybody likes the same things. We believe you should only pay for the stories you personally enjoy. That's why if for any reason you're not satisfied with your PDF eBook purchase on our site today, you may kindly ask for a refund within 7 days. Your purchase is risk-free. Thanks for giving us a try.

Secrets at Echowood College

Writer:DK Masters
Permanent:Yes (By Choice)
Transformed By:Mysterious Orbs
Length:150 pages (Novel)
Choice:Mixed
When:Multiple Times Throughout Story
Sex Drive:Normal
TF Description:Moderate Details
Mature Content:Medium – Teens and Adults
Orientation:Straight
Who Gets Changed:Multiple People, Various Transformations
Series:None
Memories:Altered, But Restored
New Role/Purpose:Open Ended
Summary:A private college tucked away in seclusion has been researching mysterious orbs with supernatural powers — and everything begins to unravel when a student accidentally stumbles upon one of them and takes it for herself. Students begin transforming, and the future fate of the world begins changing, unless a secret time-traveler from the future can stop it all before it happens.

Available On:

It was a dark and foggy night, cold and silent like an abandoned graveyard on a still night. The overcast clouds blocked out the moonlight, but a faint gray glow gently brushed across the leaves and undisturbed earth. No breeze, no motion, no sound. Just low-lying fog, a mysterious thick cloud, hovering and exploring across the surface. The air was damp and stale. And even though this location sat in the middle of forests and creeks and mountainous landscapes, no wild animal or wandering person disturbed the silence of this hazy, dark night.

Approximately 40 miles from the nearest town or gas station, the isolated campus of Echowood College rested uneasily out in the wilderness, several thousand feet above sea level. The campus was larger than most, but still smaller than many state universities. All in all, about three thousand students, faculty, and staff lived here on site. They had their own dorms, laundry facility, private grocery store, and even an entertainment center where students could rent videos or play arcade games.

The college was privately owned and very selective in its students. Few even knew about this place, and its board of directors preferred to keep it that way. They sought the students. They gave the selected few a coveted admission application. No one else. For this place of higher learning had its secrets. Secrets that only the chosen few might ever know. Secrets that could change the very foundational perception of the world. Secrets, that in fact, had the power to change the world in ways unknown, unimagined, and as of yet unrealized.

This was Echowood College. And on this very night, the history of the world would soon be forever changed.

 

Delta Hall, one of the female-only dorms, had its reputation for mysteries. All the dorms had stories of ghosts, unexplained phenomena, and even mysterious student disappearances. Delta Hall was no exception.

And on a night like tonight, only the insanely brave or daringly foolish would venture out to the far end of the campus, to Delta Hall.

Mack Thompson, a sophomore at Echowood College, was neither insanely brave nor daringly foolish. But he was horny. And his much-desired girlfriend stayed in Delta Hall. Most of his buddies were drinking and watching satellite TV. But Mack couldn’t keep his mind off Melissa Freeman—the girl he was lucky enough to call his girlfriend for the past seven months. He had to see her. He had to be with her. So while his buddies were laughing at stupid jokes, he slipped out unnoticed, and stealthily snuck across campus.

The chilly air caused him to shiver, but the boiling blood of passion kept him going. The image of Melissa burned into his mind’s eye. Her soft round face, her gentle cheeks, her sweet lips… Those intoxicating brown eyes, that smooth red hair… He wanted to kiss her, he wanted to hold her, he wanted to reach and touch and caress her, from head to toe, and all over.

It was the “all over” part that really excited him. She had a great body to begin with. Nice round firm breasts, a seductively curved figure, and thighs that would make any man drool. Her legs were so smooth and well toned. Feet so perfect and adorable. And her hands—oh yes, her hands—had the softest touch and the most stimulating tickle. Melissa was beautiful, to say the least.

Mack wasn’t such a bad-looking guy himself, either. He was fairly tall, in good physical condition, with dark hair and brown eyes. He liked to work out two or three times a week, ate healthy, and kept himself well groomed and shaved. Melissa especially liked his round goatee and long sideburns. She also liked other parts of him that were “long” too.

As he quietly walked through the shadows, stepping across campus, he stopped to notice something odd. One of the buildings, the Metaphysics Research Facility, had a lit room on the second floor. All the buildings were supposed to be closed down and locked up by now. Even the janitor crew would’ve been done hours ago. He thought it was odd, especially since all the other buildings were dark and quiet. But he thought nothing more of it, and continued on to his girlfriend’s dormitory.

Just ahead was Delta Hall. Four floors high, twenty rooms wide, three hallways deep. Home to just under 500 college-aged girls. But he was only interested in one girl: his sweet, sexy, so deeply-desired Melissa.

Now came the hard part. How to get in? Delta Hall was for girls only. Absolutely no boys after 7:00 PM. Since it was after midnight by this point, Mack certainly didn’t want to get caught being here. Echowood College was very strict on their policies and rules. He learned that the hard way. About a month ago, he got caught visiting Melissa after hours, even though it was a weekend. After putting him through two weeks of janitor duty, they warned him that if he was caught in the girl’s dorm after hours again, they’d expel him. Mack was on a full-ride scholarship from this institution; he certainly didn’t want to blow this opportunity. Not to mention, his parents would probably kill him if he was sent back home half way through the semester.

So he had to play it smart. He knew the Resident Advisor “randomly” checked the halls every thirty minutes or so. He also knew which security office the R.A. would come from, based on when he got caught last time.

So, if he hid in the bushes, in the darkness and shadows, he could peer in through the glass door and watch a narrow section of the hallway. Once the R.A. started her rounds, he could sneak inside and take an alternate route. True, the security cameras would probably see him, but the R.A. wouldn’t while she was walking the halls. He had a narrow window of opportunity here. The slightest margin of error could mean disaster for him. But if he timed it right, he could sneak inside, get upstairs, and slip into his girlfriend’s room. There he would spend the night, until it was safe to leave later the next day during normal visiting hours. Even if he got caught on the way out, he could say that he was on his way in, to check in, to visit his girlfriend. It was genius. Fool-proof, he thought. All he had to do was time it correctly and slip in silently.

Just then he saw the R.A. pass through the hall. This was it! Taking the shadowy route, he snuck up to the door and peeked inside one more time. The coast was clear. Carefully, quietly, he twisted the door knob and slowly drew open the door. Silently, he slipped in through the opening and dodged down the nearest hall. He spun around and crept into the stairwell, missing the R.A.’s sight by mere seconds. With each soft tip-toe, he ascended the stairs and arrived at the second floor.

He peered his head around the corner, making sure no one was in sight. His heart raced. He thought he heard a footstep. Could that be the R.A.? Getting caught like this would look really, really bad. Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea after all. Oh well, too late now.

Softly, he stepped down the second-floor hallway, approaching his girlfriend’s room. No one in sight. Still safe. Quietly, nervously, he knocked on her door. He knocked again, slightly louder. He waited. No one answered. He knocked again, louder still. He looked back down the hall, to make sure no one was coming. He waited impatiently at her door, afraid to knock any louder, knowing he could be spotted at any moment!

Suddenly a female voice called to him, from down the hallway. “Mack?” she remarked, surprised.

His heart jumped and skipped a beat, gasping for air as he turned to see her. But when he saw her – whew – it was none other than Melissa herself.

“What are you doing here?” she exclaimed, trying to keep her voice down. She quickly went up to her door and pulled out her key to unlock it. She held a brown cardboard box in her other arm. She opened the door as fast as she could and rushed him inside, locking the door behind them.

She sat the box down on the table. “You trying to get expelled!?”

“I’m sorry,” he said, so happy to see her. “I just had to see you. I love you, sweetie.”

Her heart melted. She really wanted to see him too. It had been too long since they were last together. Their school workload had absorbed most of their free time. E-mails and the occasional phone call simply weren’t enough. So she quickly embraced him in a hug. “Well, I’m glad you made it here safe. Even still, we should keep our voices down.”

She took him into her personal room, carrying the box with her. She closed her bedroom door and locked it shut. She placed the box down on her bed, sitting beside it. Mack stood in front of her, unable to keep himself from staring at her beauty. He really wanted to strip naked right then and there, and throw himself on her. But he had a little more reserve and self-control than that.

“So what’s in the box?” he asked her, noticing how closely she held it by her side.

“Oh nothing,” she said.

He paused and then cracked a smile. “Right. You’re only out at 12:30 at night, bringing home some anonymous box, that’s ‘nothing’.”

She looked at his deep brown eyes, and sighed. She couldn’t keep this secret from him. After all, they trusted each other. “Okay fine, but you have to promise to not tell anybody, okay?”

She seemed pretty serious about it, so whatever it was, he agreed to it.

Melissa opened the top of the cardboard box. They both leaned in to look.

“It’s a ball,” Mack said.

Melissa giggled and then reached in with both her hands. This “ball” was about the size of a softball, give or take, except it didn’t have any threads or marks. “No, silly, it’s not a ball. It’s a sphere.”

“Sphere, ball, round object, whatever,” he said.

She held it in her lap. It was colorless, like a crystal ball. Heavy too. Perfectly smooth and round. Placing both hands on it, she smiled with lustful bliss. She closed her eyes, beginning to imagine or dream of something.

“Mmm…” she said, enjoying it a little too much for Mack’s comfort. He snatched it out of her hands.

“What the hell is this supposed to be?” he asked, keeping it away from her. But as he held it in his own hands, he quickly understood why she enjoyed it so much. He could feel it too. Coming from the ball, through his fingers, and into his hands. It was…like nothing he’d ever experienced. Hard to explain.

She stared at the crystalline sphere in his hands, longingly. “Can you keep a secret?”

“Sure,” he said.

“In my one science class, we had to go to the lab today for some experiment. I went to the bathroom, but got lost on my way back. That’s when I found it.”

“Found what? This?” he asked, looking into the mysterious sphere.

“Yeah. I had wandered into the wrong room. I saw it sitting there. They were working on it or studying it or something, but I guess someone left it out while they took a break. Maybe because students aren’t usually in the building. Anyway, I saw it—and it called to me, somehow. I know this sounds crazy, but, I just had to get a closer look.”

Still holding it in his hands, he wanted a closer look too. Something about it intrigued him. Pulled him to it. He didn’t want to stop holding it.

She continued her story. “When I touched it, I felt something. A power surge or something. But it didn’t hurt at all. It actually felt really good.”

“Yeah,” he said, able to understand. He was feeling it too, right now.

“But then I heard someone coming, so I ran out and eventually found the rest of my class. The scientists working in that room saw me, but didn’t realize I had been inside their lab. They gave me directions back to my class, but I made sure to remember how I got to that room.”

“You came back for it, didn’t you?”

She nodded. “Let me see it again?”

He sat down with her, and let the mysteriously-alluring sphere sit between them. They both held a hand on it. “This is weird,” he said, realizing how he was acting about it. It was almost as if it has some kind of supernatural power to it, drawing them to it.

“You don’t know the half of it,” she explained, excitedly. “When I went back to get it, I saw some papers laying out about it. They were the scientists’ notes… Mack, you’re not going to believe this.” She paused, almost unable to reveal the amazing truth herself. “Mack, this thing—whatever it is—can totally transform us. Total change. You understand what I’m saying?”

“Um,” he said, searching his thoughts. “No, not really.”

“Here, let me show you…” She grabbed the sphere and stood up from her bed. Standing in the middle of her small room, she faced Mack, and said, “Watch this!”

She closed her eyes and focused her mind. Holding the sphere between her hands, she accessed its power and focused its potential on her. Shifting its raw mysterious energies to work, she used its power freely and effortlessly—on herself.

Mack watched her curiously, not sure what to expect. Then, suddenly, his eyes went wide with disbelief as he witnessed the most incredible sight. Melissa, his beautiful girlfriend, was changing right before his very eyes.

 

Download the Complete Story Now

Download the PDF eBook directly to your computer now:

Secrets at Echowood College
A private college tucked away in seclusion has been researching mysterious orbs with supernatural powers -- and everything begins to unravel when a student accidentally stumbles upon one of them and takes it for herself. Students begin transforming, and the future fate of the world begins changing, unless a secret time-traveler from the future can stop it all before it happens.

 

Also Bundled In:

 

Satisfaction Guarantee: Art is subjective and not everybody likes the same things. We believe you should only pay for the stories you personally enjoy. That's why if for any reason you're not satisfied with your PDF eBook purchase on our site today, you may kindly ask for a refund within 7 days. Your purchase is risk-free. Thanks for giving us a try.

Secrets at Mystic Lake

Permanent:Yes
Transformed By:Magic Lake
Length:36 pages (TG Quickie)
Choice:Unwilling/Resistant
When:Middle and End of Story
Genre:Fantasy
Sex Drive:High
TF Description:Minimal Details
Mature Content:Medium – Teens and Adults
Orientation:Straight
Who Gets Changed:Multiple People
Series:None
Memories:Unchanged
New Role/Purpose:Open Ended
Summary:A camping trip deep in the wilderness forever changes the lives of five close friends. Mystic Lake, a mysterious place imbued with supernatural power, transforms all who enter into the opposite sex … and fills them with overwhelming sexual desire to accept and embrace their new identities.

Available On:

What a beautiful day.

Five friends — three guys and two girls, all in their mid-twenties — carried backpacks and camping gear on them as they hiked up yet another mountain ridge. They had been hiking all day. Left at 4:30am to get a head start. By now, they were miles from civilization. Completely out of range of any cell phone towers. The GPS still worked, obviously, but that was about it.

It was so quiet, so peaceful, so serene and beautiful here.

They came over the hill and saw a beautiful secluded mountain lake resting just ahead.

“Wow, would you look at that,” said Rose, the thin brunette of the group. She wore a white t-shirt with the Canadian maple leaf logo on it. Not that she was Canadian. She just loved visiting there. She had some family that moved there a few years ago. She lived in California now. All by herself. But she had made some good friends while living there. Including the pals she went on this hiking excursion with today.

“It’s perfect,” said Sam. If he had to be a stereotype, he’d be the token nerd of the group. He had the glasses, small body frame, weak muscles, and did really well in school. He was helplessly awkward and always looked insecure, but he was also the guy with the handheld GPS and other survival equipment they needed. He was always shy around girls, always trying too hard. The others questioned if he ever even had sex. He refused to comment on the status of his virginity, which only confirmed it in their minds.

“This looks like a good place to set up camp,” said Joe, the confident and sometimes practical joker of the group. He had a great body and he knew it. Spent a good 10 to 15 minutes every morning in the mirror making sure he looked good for the ladies. Of course, he already had a girlfriend — Melissa, who was right by his side, even now — but still, he liked to look good. Joe looked up at the sun’s position in the sky. “Now’s a good time to set up. It’ll give us plenty of time to get supplies and settle in for the night.”

Melissa, beautiful a blonde, wrapped her arm around his and leaned her head on his shoulder for a minute. She was so tired. They had been hiking all day. Stopped only twice to eat some trail mix and snacks. She wasn’t much of an outdoor enthusiast, but she loved being with Joe, so she came along just for that. She was glad they’d finally be stopping for a while. She knew they planned to continue hiking further out tomorrow. But at least she’d get some rest tonight.

The only other guy was Mark, an average-looking guy, moderately handsome, recently broken up with his 3-year-long girlfriend. He needed this trip to get away and take his mind off things. Unlike Melissa, he loved nature and the outdoors. He and Sam had all the tents and camping gear. They were actually friends since their senior year of high school. But last year, the last of them finally graduated. Not naming names, but someone whose name rhymes with “Doe” flunked a few required classes a few times and took longer to graduate than the rest of them.

Just last month, Mark got an internship at some startup company that apparently did contract work for the government, or something like that. No one was really sure. Mark’s descriptions were always a little vague. Rose, the brunette, had decided to go to grad school in another state, starting in the fall, to pursue her master’s in psychology. And Sam was being transferred to Silicon Valley in three months to work for a dotcom company. Joe and Melissa seemed content in their local, low-paying jobs. But they had each other. And that seemed to be plenty.

But these five friends realized that this summer may be their last summer together. So this was more than just a random four-day hiking trip. Although no one ever said it, this was their last hurrah as a group. It was one last great adventure and memory to share, to keep of each other, when they inevitably and naturally went off in their separate directions, living their own lives.

They hiked down the hill and stopped by the lakeside. It was a good open clearing, surrounded by forests, mountains, and peace and quiet. “I bet we’ll be able to see all the constellations tonight!” excitedly said Sam.

“I’m sure we will,” said Rose. It was kind of a “no-duh” thing, but she said it in a nice way.

“Alright,” said Joe confidently, “this is the spot. We’ll set up our tents here, here, and Sam, you can sleep over there.”

“Ha ha, very funny,” Sam said.

Joe slid off his backpack and pulled out the folded tent. Melissa helped get the spikes and poles out and assisted Joe in setting up their tent.

Rose dropped off her gear and said, “I’m going to scout for some firewood. I’ll be back soon.”

Joe gave her a look.

“I won’t go far. Promise,” she said.

Meanwhile Mark and Sam started to set up their tent.

 

That Evening

The sun set quicker than they expected. Once it dropped behind the mountains, it got dark pretty fast. Fortunately by then, they were all pretty much set up. Tents were up. Sleeping bags unrolled. Campfire lit in the center. Beans and other canned foods being cooked in small pots on the fire.

All five sat around on small logs in a circle.

Sam was playing with his GPS and looking up at the stars. He pointed at some, counting them, and smiled when he confirmed their names. “Hey Rose,” he said, leaning over next to her. “See those five stars there? Their names are–”

She tuned him right out. She smiled, nodded occasionally, and tried paying attention, but this stuff was just not what she was into. It was cool that he was. But she was into psychology and sociology. She understood how people worked, but when it came to the hard sciences like physics and astronomy, that was Sam’s territory. Maybe if he didn’t use so many technical terms and long scientific names, she might be able to keep up.

Besides, something else was distracting her. Joe and Melissa, sitting directly across the fire from Rose, were snuggling up pretty close and all over each other. She admired their chemistry, especially after being together for over a year and a half already — most guys, in her experience, lose interest by then — but these two were just ridiculous. They were always all over each other. Constant public displays of affection. Pretty erotic kissing in front of others too. Like right now. She stuck her tongue inside his mouth and everyone saw it.

Meanwhile Mark just sat farther from the fire, quietly enjoying his meal. It was a little chilly out that night. Rose rubs her arms to keep warm, and she was sitting closer to the fire than Mark. “Aren’t you cold?” she asked him.

“Me? Oh, I never get cold,” he said. Then he muttered quietly under his breath, “Not any more, anyway.”

“What?” she asked. She couldn’t hear him.

“Nothing.”

“And that constellation, see, the one that’s shaped like a giant spoon, can you guess what that one’s called?” Sam asked Rose. Oh my gosh. He was still talking.

“Um, the Big Dipper?”

He smiled. “Right. And those stars over there–”

Melissa, the blonde, got up and gave Joe another tender kiss, gliding her hand down his cheek. “I’m going to go get ready for bed. See you soon?”

Joe couldn’t stand up right away because his dick was hard and unfortunately angled the wrong way into his pants. The curse of being a guy. Oh well. “Sure thing, baby,” he said. “I’ll be right in.” Then as soon as she was gone, and no one else was looking, he reached inside his pants quickly and readjusted himself. Much better. He stood up. Stretched his arms. “Well, guys, I think I’m going to call it a night. See you all in the morning.”

Rose rolled her eyes. She knew exactly what they were doing. He wouldn’t be sleeping for quite a while yet. She knew him and Melissa. Rose figured that Melissa was already in her sleeping bag, stark naked, waiting for Joe to come in. Then she’d undress him, first with her mind and then with her hands, and proceed to give him a blow job. Then they’d roll over, make out some more, and he’d start to finger her. By the time she finished, he’d be hard again, and they’d have actual sex, and be at it for God knew how long — those two had incredible stamina and endurance, it was insane — and finally, after making a lot of noise they naively think no one else would hear, they’ll finish and finally go to sleep. Rose checked her watch. It’d probably be a good ninety minutes or so before that happened, she figured.

“You know,” said Sam, “you don’t have to sleep alone.”

 

Download the Complete Story Now

Download the PDF eBook directly to your computer now:

Secrets at Mystic Lake
A camping trip deep in the wilderness forever changes the lives of five close friends. Mystic Lake, a mysterious place imbued with supernatural power, transforms all who enter into the opposite sex ... and fills them with overwhelming sexual desire to accept and embrace their new identities.

 

Also Bundled In:

 

Satisfaction Guarantee: Art is subjective and not everybody likes the same things. We believe you should only pay for the stories you personally enjoy. That's why if for any reason you're not satisfied with your PDF eBook purchase on our site today, you may kindly ask for a refund within 7 days. Your purchase is risk-free. Thanks for giving us a try.