I was at the bar, drunk out of my ass, and I was
hitting on some girl as I usually did. She of course was having none of that,
and was getting increasingly annoyed, and I was just too drunk and depressed to
watch my mouth. <<Fine!>> I said, <<You’re just a stuck-up
bitch, acting like you are the only beautiful woman here. Well, maybe you are
here, but if I was at New Orleans I could have all the gorgeous babes I want.
Hell, I would be swimming in tits right now! Those sluts will flash you their
tits just for a coconut or some beads.>>
She was clearly pissed off at me for the way I was
objectifying women, but suddenly her annoyed expression turned into a smug one.
<<So you want to be in New Orleans for the Mardi Gras?>>
<<Fuck yes I want! This place sucks! While there I could really get
wild.>>. She smiled maliciously. <<All right them, I guess I can
make your wish come true.>> and before I could have said anything, she
disappeared from in front of me, and all of my surrounding were suddenly
different.
I suddenly found myself in a road the midst of total
mayhem. I was surrounded by a crowd of drunk guys and girls, and there was
music in the air. I looked around, and as unfamiliar as my surrounding were I
started to recognize them. Those balconies, the music, the beads flying around…
the girls flashing their boobs. I was In the French Quarter in New Orleans!
Just like I saw it in the news! Just like I wished! How could that have been
possible? I was so confused and at the same thrilled, that I noticed my
different body only when a guy holding a camera addressed me. <<Come on
babe! Show me your boobs!>>. Babe?! Boobs?! What was he talking about?
Only then I looked down at myself and saw… long wavy hair cascading down my shoulder,
two round mounds of flesh protruding from under a very thin shirt, so thin in
fact that I could clearly see my nipples under it, and below those mounds of
flesh two long and smooth legs covered in a miniskirt. I was a woman!
I shrieked, hearing my new womanly voice for the first
time, and then I did my best to get away from that chaos and try to get a grip
of myself. Once I was finally in a more quite place, I could finally start to
inspect my new body, and I started of course by giving a firm squeeze to my new
assets. It felt so weird, and I had to let them go immediately for how
unsettling that feeling was. Then I heard a female laughter in my ears, like it
was coming from inside my head.
<<So, are you liking those?>>
<<Who… who is this? Who’s talking?>>
<<I’m the girl who has done this to you. I made
your dream come true. You wished you were in New Orleans, and now you are. You
can have all the booze you want, and see all the girls flashing their boobs
just as you wished. In fact, you can even just look at your own boobs
now.>>
<<That’s not funny! Turn me back right this
instant! This is… too weird!>>
<<I’m afraid it won’t be that easy. If you want
to turn back, you will have to work for it. Let’s see, I guess I can decide to
change you back if you manage to collect, let’s say, 13 of those traditional
beads. Don’t think it will be easy though, they are quite rare, and I’m afraid
you know pretty well what you’ll have to do in order to get them. So go on! You
better get started now. If you don’t get them by the end of the day you will
stay like that forever.>>
<<What?! No, wait! You can’t do this!>
<<Byee! Try to have fun while you work to get
your penis back! Be wild!>
Then the voice disappeared, and I was left alone with
what I had just learned. I was stuck as a woman, and if I wanted to go back to
being myself there was only one thing I could have done. It still seemed way
too incredible to me, and I felt so ashamed for what I was about to do. But I
had no choice. She was right, I knew perfectly well how I could have got that
many beads in such a short amount of time. I grabbed the first beer I could find
and chugged it down in a couple of sips to get some courage, and then I asked
the first guy I saw to let me climb on top of his shoulders. Nobody would have
refused such a proposal from a woman as hot as I now was, so he happily took me
up, and once I was sure that everyone could see me, I pulled up my shirt,
exposing my perfect round tits to the crowd, who roared and cheered at me. In
just a second two beads were thrown at me. Quite a good start, but there are
still many more to go, and I have a very fierce competition for those beads. I
will have to work hard in order to get the others, and in the meantime I have
to do my best not to get too carried away. This parade is wild, and I already
feel pretty drunk. These guys are constantly groping me, and asking me for
more, and I have to admit, I’m starting to feel quite turned on by this. I
guess there would not be anything bad if I try to also have some fun while I’m
here. This is what I have always dreamed after all
And then she fails to collect all of them because she fucks some guy and then carnival is over and she's stuck :)
ReplyDeleteI bet that after a while he won't mind it all that much though ;)
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