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Pool Girl
Part 1: An Innocent Gift

“Dating a witch sure leads me into some interesting scenarios.”

“Come on Michelle, the pool isn’t getting any warmer.” The raven haired girl of 18 laughed as she tugged on the arm of the blue eyed blond seemingly fused to her side.

Michelle’s legs were tightly held against each other, her feet planted firmly on the tiles resisting the girl with the eerily vibrant green eyes and raven’s hair attempts to move her.

“Sam I feel like everyone is watching me.” Michelle said in a whispered voice. “Besides, you know I can’t swim.”

“We went over this Michelle, you’re a great swimmer, trust me on that.” Samantha said with one of her trademark winks, the innocent gesture taking on far deeper meaning to those that knew her well. “Besides their only looking at you because you’re this pretty little minx but you hiding behind me like a scared mouse, you wanted to see what it was like on this side of the fence remember.”

Slowly Michelle loosened her grip and relaxed her stance. “You sure this won’t be a repeat of the time you gave me cat ears for a week?”

Sam giggled softly as she leaned in to whisper in the other girl’s ear. “Awww come on, you had a blast, and you know it.”

Michelle laughed, cautiously taking a step toward the high board. “Well, in for a penny in for a pound.” She exclaimed eagerly, taking a moment to brush her long golden waves from out of her eyes. The golden locks stopping at just a bit past her pert cantaloupe sized breasts. She picked up speed as she climbed the rungs, a natural sway to her hips as she reached he highest perch. She paused for a few moments on the end on the high board, the gathered patrons of the pool below looking up to her as she bounced on the end giggling and then summer salted off the end into a perfect swan dive. Her splash was virtually non existent as she strengthened to a jackknife before impact and as she came up a moment later she took flight across the water to the pools edge. As she bobbed in the water catching her breath Sam sat down and kicked her feet about the edge of the water.

“That was exhilarating!” Michelle laughed as she pulled herself out of the water and made her way back to the high board. Sam giggled “She’s like a fish.”

Now reader you’re probably wondering just what is going on? So let me introduce myself. My name is Michael Daring and the cutie in the one piece is Michelle Delving, my cousin. But she has a little secret, you see when she takes out her bathing suit I take her place. That’s right, I’m a girl, or turn into one. And it’s all thanks to that green eyed giggler named Samantha Richards, my girlfriend, my witch girlfriend.

You see it all started earlier this morning, though I guess the real story started 3 years ago when we first started dating, and this particular story in my crazy life as a witch’s boy, er girl friend, about a week ago.

You see me and Sam, that is the male me, were just goofing around and at one point I commented on how good girls got it. I was of course half joking, taking about how they get sexy curves, wonderful supple breasts, soft skin, and delicate voices of the angels. Of course I was just buttering her up, that’s what couples do. But those crazy witch wheels in her head started turning and what do I get when I came over her place this morning but a nice big gift wrapped box.

“Open it,” She said.

So I did and what I removed was…

“A ladies one piece? Sam what crazy scheme are you up to now.” I said hesitantly.

“Put it on!” she said laughing in that innocent-but-not-really tone of hers.

Still she obviously put a lot of work into whatever it was she had planned so I striped out of my clothes, unzipped the back of the thing and slipped my legs in. It fit like a glove and it not for the floral pattern in sky blue and the dull red color I might have gotten away with it as a leotard. But as I slipped the straps up over my shoulders and zipped up the back something…magical happened.

No sooner was the zipper up then I felt it vanish between my thumb and forefinger. I looked to Sam and she just looked back at me with one of those half smile/half giggle expression of her’s that said “It’s all going to plan.”

I’d been victim of her magical little games for a while now and they always worked out, and when they didn’t she would always fix things by the end, no worse for ware, so I relaxed and just rode out, whatever was about to happen.

The first thing I noticed was a strange sensation in my thighs. Looking down I saw my leg hair receding and my rough skin seemed to take on a vibrancy and suppleness. Next up, which this was still going on, was a duel feeling of a shift in my hipbone. My hips were simultaneously widening while my waist thinned, as my legs pulled together I watched and felt as the bulge at my groin shrank and I could feel my penis invert and travel up my insides. The next few moments were a dull haze as my testosterone levels bottomed out, draining with it my aggressions while a new chemical filled my body making me feel a little giddy. When my head was clear I tried to look down but a pair of large mounds obscured my vision of my feet. As I brought my arms up to move the mounds I notice they had taken on the same hairless and supple shape I glimpsed my legs taking. Ideally I brushed a strand of long golden locks out of my face that had gotten in the way. As I looked Sam’s way the next thing I noticed was I was looking at her at eye level, having had a good foot, at least, on her as long as we had been dating. It was then that Sam rolled out an old full length vanity into the room and the shapely young vixen that stared back at me through long golden locks and startling blue eyes made m gasp. The voice that escaped my lips was not my own. Softer and more light in tone and volume, a girl’s voice.

I furrowed my brow as I looked at Sam, who was now in fits of giggles, and asked the big question.

“Sam? Why am I a girl? And how do I change back?”

She just laughed before she regained her composure, water still in her eyes. “You did say you were curious how the other half lives.”

“Sam,” I said in my best authorities voice, though it sounded a hell of a lot less imposing in my new dulcet tones.

“Oh don’t worry about it!” she giggled as she reached over and slid the straps down my sides, after a moment my new breasts burst free and swung gleefully in the air. Needless to say I was feeing a bit exposed. She slipped the one piece past my calves and a chill winds caressed my vagina making me shiver, as she slipped the one piece under a raised foot I felt the changes reverse and soon stood there naked in my old skin, height, and voice. She handed me the suit and sure enough the zipper was right there on the back again.

I laughed as I leaned in and kissed Sam full on the lips. “Sam, you so crazy.”

Needless to say she then convinced me to put the suit back on and dragged me here to the pool. Like I said before, “Dating a witch sure leads me into some interesting scenarios.”

And that’s the story of my first day as a girl, but it won’t be my last.

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Inspired by..... www.deviantart.com/deviation/4…

Pool Girl
Part 1: An Innocent Gift

“Dating a witch sure leads me into some interesting scenarios.”

“Come on Michelle, the pool isn’t getting any warmer.” The raven haired girl of 18 laughed as she tugged on the arm of the blue eyed blond seemingly fused to her side.

Michelle’s legs were tightly held against each other, her feet planted firmly on the tiles resisting the girl with the eerily vibrant green eyes and raven’s hair attempts to move her.

“Sam I feel like everyone is watching me.” Michelle said in a whispered voice. “Besides, you know I can’t swim.”

“We went over this Michelle, you’re a great swimmer, trust me on that.” Samantha said with one of her trademark winks, the innocent gesture taking on far deeper meaning to those that knew her well. “Besides their only looking at you because you’re this pretty little minx but you hiding behind me like a scared mouse, you wanted to see what it was like on this side of the fence remember.”

Slowly Michelle loosened her grip and relaxed her stance. “You sure this won’t be a repeat of the time you gave me cat ears for a week?”

Sam giggled softly as she leaned in to whisper in the other girl’s ear. “Awww come on, you had a blast, and you know it.”

Michelle laughed, cautiously taking a step toward the high board. “Well, in for a penny in for a pound.” She exclaimed eagerly, taking a moment to brush her long golden waves from out of her eyes. The golden locks stopping at just a bit past her pert cantaloupe sized breasts. She picked up speed as she climbed the rungs, a natural sway to her hips as she reached he highest perch. She paused for a few moments on the end on the high board, the gathered patrons of the pool below looking up to her as she bounced on the end giggling and then summer salted off the end into a perfect swan dive. Her splash was virtually non existent as she strengthened to a jackknife before impact and as she came up a moment later she took flight across the water to the pools edge. As she bobbed in the water catching her breath Sam sat down and kicked her feet about the edge of the water.

“That was exhilarating!” Michelle laughed as she pulled herself out of the water and made her way back to the high board. Sam giggled “She’s like a fish.”

Now reader you’re probably wondering just what is going on? So let me introduce myself. My name is Michael Daring and the cutie in the one piece is Michelle Delving, my cousin. But she has a little secret, you see when she takes out her bathing suit I take her place. That’s right, I’m a girl, or turn into one. And it’s all thanks to that green eyed giggler named Samantha Richards, my girlfriend, my witch girlfriend.

You see it all started earlier this morning, though I guess the real story started 3 years ago when we first started dating, and this particular story in my crazy life as a witch’s boy, er girl friend, about a week ago.

You see me and Sam, that is the male me, were just goofing around and at one point I commented on how good girls got it. I was of course half joking, taking about how they get sexy curves, wonderful supple breasts, soft skin, and delicate voices of the angels. Of course I was just buttering her up, that’s what couples do. But those crazy witch wheels in her head started turning and what do I get when I came over her place this morning but a nice big gift wrapped box.

“Open it,” She said.

So I did and what I removed was…

“A ladies one piece? Sam what crazy scheme are you up to now.” I said hesitantly.

“Put it on!” she said laughing in that innocent-but-not-really tone of hers.

Still she obviously put a lot of work into whatever it was she had planned so I striped out of my clothes, unzipped the back of the thing and slipped my legs in. It fit like a glove and it not for the floral pattern in sky blue and the dull red color I might have gotten away with it as a leotard. But as I slipped the straps up over my shoulders and zipped up the back something…magical happened.

No sooner was the zipper up then I felt it vanish between my thumb and forefinger. I looked to Sam and she just looked back at me with one of those half smile/half giggle expression of her’s that said “It’s all going to plan.”

I’d been victim of her magical little games for a while now and they always worked out, and when they didn’t she would always fix things by the end, no worse for ware, so I relaxed and just rode out, whatever was about to happen.

The first thing I noticed was a strange sensation in my thighs. Looking down I saw my leg hair receding and my rough skin seemed to take on a vibrancy and suppleness. Next up, which this was still going on, was a duel feeling of a shift in my hipbone. My hips were simultaneously widening while my waist thinned, as my legs pulled together I watched and felt as the bulge at my groin shrank and I could feel my penis invert and travel up my insides. The next few moments were a dull haze as my testosterone levels bottomed out, draining with it my aggressions while a new chemical filled my body making me feel a little giddy. When my head was clear I tried to look down but a pair of large mounds obscured my vision of my feet. As I brought my arms up to move the mounds I notice they had taken on the same hairless and supple shape I glimpsed my legs taking. Ideally I brushed a strand of long golden locks out of my face that had gotten in the way. As I looked Sam’s way the next thing I noticed was I was looking at her at eye level, having had a good foot, at least, on her as long as we had been dating. It was then that Sam rolled out an old full length vanity into the room and the shapely young vixen that stared back at me through long golden locks and startling blue eyes made m gasp. The voice that escaped my lips was not my own. Softer and more light in tone and volume, a girl’s voice.

I furrowed my brow as I looked at Sam, who was now in fits of giggles, and asked the big question.

“Sam? Why am I a girl? And how do I change back?”

She just laughed before she regained her composure, water still in her eyes. “You did say you were curious how the other half lives.”

“Sam,” I said in my best authorities voice, though it sounded a hell of a lot less imposing in my new dulcet tones.

“Oh don’t worry about it!” she giggled as she reached over and slid the straps down my sides, after a moment my new breasts burst free and swung gleefully in the air. Needless to say I was feeing a bit exposed. She slipped the one piece past my calves and a chill winds caressed my vagina making me shiver, as she slipped the one piece under a raised foot I felt the changes reverse and soon stood there naked in my old skin, height, and voice. She handed me the suit and sure enough the zipper was right there on the back again.

I laughed as I leaned in and kissed Sam full on the lips. “Sam, you so crazy.”

Needless to say she then convinced me to put the suit back on and dragged me here to the pool. Like I said before, “Dating a witch sure leads me into some interesting scenarios.”

And that’s the story of my first day as a girl, but it won’t be my last.